What did Janet Evanovich mean by: Good thing he’s dead,” Lula said, “or that would have hurt like the devil. Janet Evanovich Author · USA Copy
+ My professional aspirations were simple – I wanted to be an intergalactic princess. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Janet Evanovich, Ambition, Fantasy, Humor, 0 Janet Evanovich Author · USA
Almost everybody I know has died,” Grandma said. “Bunch of wimps. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Janet Evanovich, Humor, Mortality, Resilience, 0 Janet Evanovich Author · USA
Life is about survival of the fittest, and Jersey is producing the master race. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Janet Evanovich, Eugenics, Superiority, Survival, 0 Janet Evanovich Author · USA
I rolled my eyes so far into the top of my head I almost fell over backward. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Janet Evanovich, Exaggeration, Frustration, Sarcasm, 0 Janet Evanovich Author · USA
I stuck my tongue out at him because I was feeling exceptionall mature. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Janet Evanovich, Defiance, Growth, Immaturity, 0 Janet Evanovich Author · USA
+ Your life isn’t out of control. It’s expanded. Author, October 18, 2023January 2, 2025, Janet Evanovich, Empowerment, Growth, Perspective, 0 Janet Evanovich Author · USA
And something chocolate, of course. A meal was not a meal without some sort of chocolate for desert. Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Janet Evanovich, Indulgence, Necessity, Satisfaction, 0 Janet Evanovich Author · USA
I don’t need shoes. I need a night scope. You think they sell night scopes someplace here? Author, January 17, 2024January 9, 2025, Janet Evanovich, Shopping, Survival, 0 Janet Evanovich Author · USA
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Hatred is so lasting and stubborn, that reconciliation on a sickbed certainly forebodes death. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
