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“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that鈥檚 bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they鈥檙e afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they鈥檙e wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It鈥檚 all in how you carry it. That鈥檚 what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you鈥檙e letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
― Jim Morrison

“This is the strangest life I have ever known.”
― Jim Morrison

“Tall, with skin the color of rich coffee, and dressed all in black, Jim looked like he was carved from a block of solid muscle. Logic said that at some point he must've been a baby and then a child, but looking at him one was almost convinced that some deity touched the ground with its scepter and proclaimed, "There shall be a badass," and Jim sprung into existence, fully formed, complete with clothes, and ready for action.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Gifts

“Who snitched?"
"We have people monitoring police radio frequencies. They gave Jim a heads-up in case our security had to storm PAD offices and bust you out of there. I found out when I saw Jim walking down the hallway snickering to himself.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Slays

“Enough," Curran said. An unmistakable command saturated his voice. Jim clicked his mouth shut. I crossed my arms. "I'm sorry, is this the part where I fall to my knees and shiver in fear, Your Furriness? Silly me, I didn't get the memo.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Gifts

“Oh gravity, thou art a heartless bitch.”
― Jim Parsons

“Why were you in a vehicle with Kate, alone? What were you wearing? What was she wearing? How long were you there? Did you do something or did you talk? What was the nature of your discussion? Could this trip have been avoided?"

I rubbed my face. "So basically you're scared that His Lordship might get his panties in a bunch?"

"That's one way to put it.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Bleeds

“Look, he isn鈥檛 even concerned.鈥�
I poured the tea. 鈥淗e鈥檚 concerned, Mother. He just doesn鈥檛 panic, because he鈥檚 in charge and if he panics, everybody else will panic.鈥�
鈥淚 can jog around the room pretending to scream if you would like,鈥� Jim offered.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Dreams

“He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.”
― Jim Butcher

“This is payback, isn't it?" Jim glared at me. "Don't be ridiculous," I told him. "As the Consort of the Pack, I'm far above petty revenge.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Gifts

“How incredibly far our lives drift from where we knew with all certainty they would go. How little today resembles what yesterday thought it would look like.”
― Jim Beaver, Life's That Way

“My point is, I would never hurt you or your family.鈥�
I raised my chin at him. 鈥淚f you tried to hurt my mother, I would totally kick your ass.鈥�
鈥淎丑补.鈥�
鈥淵es. You would be lying on the ground, crying, 鈥楴o more, no more,鈥� and I would be kicking you in the stomach, wham, wham, wham!鈥�
He laughed softly.”
― Ilona Andrews, Hexed

“There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance.
Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, 鈥淏ooga-wooga!鈥�
At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.”
― J.R. Ward, Covet

“The good doctor put a spoon of tea into my honey." "You're drinking tea a honey badger made," Jim said. "What did you expect?”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Bleeds

“Please, help me. Young werewolves in love. I turned to walk into the house, moving carefully.

I had never much believed in God. Well, that's not quite true. I believed that there was a God, or something close enough to it to warrant the name if there were demons, there had to be angels, right? If there was a Devil, somewhere, there had to be a God. But He & I had never really seen things in quite the same terms.

All the same. I flashed a look up at the ceiling. I didn't say or think any words, but if God was listening, I hoped he got the message nonetheless. I didn't want of these children getting themselves killed.”
― Jim Butcher, Fool Moon

“Yes - en I's rich now, come to look at it. I owns myself, en I's wuth eight hund'd dollars. I wisht I had de money, I wouldn' want no mo'.”
― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

“The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.”
― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

“My weakness consists in not having a discriminating eye for the incidental --- for the externals, --- no eye for the hod of the rag-picker or the fine linen of the next mean. Next man---that's it. I have met so many men." he pursued, with momentary sadness--- "met them too with a certain, certain impact, let us say; like this fellow, for instance--- and in each case all I could see was merely a human being. A confounded democratic quality of vision which may be better than total blindness, but has been of no advantage to me-- I can assure you. Men expect one to take into account their fine linen. But I never could get up any enthusiasm about these things. Oh! It's a failing; and then comes a soft evening; a lot of men too indolent for whist-- and a story...." [p.44]”
― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim

“All of a sudden, she was there, breaking away from the little group of women and running toward him. She raced across the space between them and threw her arms around his neck. The force of her body knocked him back a few steps as she wrapped around him like a trumpet vine on a cornstalk.
He regained his footing and snaked his arms around her, holding her close. His
exhaustion disappeared in a moment, erased by the incredible fact that Catherine was in his arms right here on the street in front of half the town, lifting her face to kiss him. He
couldn鈥檛 refuse her offer and bent his head to cover her soft lips with his. The heat and pressure of her mouth took away all the residual anxiety and fear still floating in him and filled him with wild elation instead.
After several long minutes of feasting on her mouth like a starving man, he pulled away and his eyes opened. Her tear-streaked face filled his vision. His stomach dropped.
Why was she crying? What had happened to her?
He was aware of the crowd of people around them. Glancing up, he saw many eyes focused on him and Catherine, mouths talking, expressions of surprise and shock. He let go of her and stepped back, although it was far too late to protect her reputation.
Catherine cupped his face, drawing his attention back to her, and her lips were
moving. 鈥溾�on鈥檛 you? Never again!鈥� She frowned and signed as she spoke. 鈥淣ever!
Understand? I love you.鈥� Her graceful hands made the love sign, which looked as though she was offering her heart to him.
At last Jim realized she was upset with him for putting himself in danger. If he鈥檇 doubted that she cared, those doubts evaporated under the force of her fury. He nodded and promised.”
― Bonnie Dee, A Hearing Heart

“Jim Morrison had star quality and he鈥檚 dead. Star quality鈥檚 no good to you when you鈥檙e dead.”
― Neil Walker, Drug Gang

“I鈥檓 sorry. No.鈥� Her mouth continued to move, too fast, pouring out a stream of
explanation and apology.
Jim didn鈥檛 need to understand all the words. 鈥淪orry, sorry, sorry, but no,鈥� they all said.”
― Bonnie Dee, After the End

“She turned to go back inside the livery stable. The excitement with which she鈥檇
entered it less than an hour earlier had been replaced by heavy-hearted dread. She didn鈥檛 want to see Jim right now, or even think of him and the ramifications of their impossible
relationship.
He waited for her only a few yards from the door, leaning against Lady鈥檚 stall and scratching her forelock. When Catherine approached, he raised his eyebrows.
鈥淣athan won鈥檛 tell.鈥� She pressed a finger to her lips. 鈥淲e鈥檙e safe.鈥�
Jim stood there a moment, his expression unreadable. He took a tentative step toward her, pointed to her and himself and twined his fingers together with another questioning
tilt of his brows.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know.鈥� She shook her head. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know if we鈥檙e together or not. I simply don鈥檛 know. Please don鈥檛 ask me this tonight. I need some time to think.鈥�
His gaze was riveted on her lips, then her eyes. He seemed calm, but she noticed tension in his jaw and neck, signs she鈥檇 learned to read to tell her when he was upset or angry. She wished she could give him a better answer, could tell him what he wanted to
hear, but to say 鈥淚 love you and want to be with you鈥� would be a lie right now. Her conflicting emotions were tearing her apart.
Walking over to him, she tilted her face up and kissed him on the cheek. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥�
she whispered near his ear so he couldn鈥檛 see her words. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 mean to keep hurting you. I want to love you, but I鈥檓 afraid. You don鈥檛 understand what a huge thing you鈥檙e
asking of me.鈥�
She stepped back, gave him a small smile, and gestured toward the door. 鈥淚 have to go now. It鈥檚 late. But I鈥檒l try to see you soon.鈥�
He nodded, but the hopeful light had gone out of his eyes.”
― Bonnie Dee, A Hearing Heart

“Catherine glimpsed him again, leaning against the wall, arms folded. People passed back and forth between them, but she caught flashes of his face. His expression was tense and unhappy and his eyes still focused on her.
She ducked behind a large man to hide and chatted with various people to keep the distance of a room between them. She鈥檇 known Jim would probably be here tonight and she鈥檇 planned to greet him politely as a teacher would treat a student since everyone knew she was tutoring him anyway. But that smoldering look he鈥檇 given her had changed everything. The way he looked and the way she felt, surely if they got within a foot of each other the entire town would see the combustible attraction between them as if they鈥檇 shouted it aloud. No. Better to accept a dance with some white-bearded farmer who would swing her around hard enough to tear her bodice seam. Better to help Mrs. Hildebrandt cut one of the cakes at the refreshment table and gush over Polly Flint鈥檚 new baby or spend a moment in the coatroom fixing Jennie鈥檚 straggling curls. Better to chat or dance with every member of the Broughton community than admit to the fact that Jim was standing solitary and friendless in his brand new suit, waiting for her to acknowledge him At one point it seemed he might approach her as he moved through the crowd in her direction. But when Catherine flitted away, putting more distance between them, he stopped and stationed himself by the wall once more, leaving it up to her to come to him.
To her infinite shame, she didn鈥檛鈥攏ot even to say a quick 鈥渉ello,鈥� and when she next stole a surreptitious glance toward him, he was gone. She scanned the room. He鈥檇 left the building. She had no idea how long he鈥檇 been gone.”
― Bonnie Dee, A Hearing Heart

“When he finally broke off the kiss and moved his lips to her neck, then her breast again, sucking her nipples back to hard peaks, Catherine broke from her trance.
鈥淣o. I really must go. We haven鈥檛 time to do this again.鈥� She pushed against his
restraining hands and wiggled beneath his body. 鈥淟et me up now.鈥�
He pulled away from her neck and looked up, his eyes as poignant as a spoken plea.
Her heart wrenched and she wished she could spend the rest of the day with him, making love in their secret nest in the loft.
She sighed. 鈥淒on鈥檛 give me puppy dog eyes. I鈥檝e got to go.”
― Bonnie Dee, A Hearing Heart

“Jim had spent most of his life alone. The solitary nature of his disability and the constant moving had made it difficult for him to make friends. With his mother鈥檚 death,
his last connection to a person was severed. He existed in Broughton like a ghost, doing his odd jobs, too silent for anyone to notice.”
― Bonnie Dee, A Hearing Heart

“But, after one quick trace of his tongue between her lips, he abruptly pulled away and stepped back from her. She was leaning into him so hard he had to put his hands on her shoulders to steady her.
Catherine鈥檚 eyes flew open. Releasing her shoulders, he pointed past her to the books he鈥檇 set on the desk.
She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again. As she followed Jim, she caught a glimpse of his profile when he picked up the books and slate. There was a smug grin on his face. He was toying with her, teaching her a lesson鈥攖hat two could play at heating things up and abruptly cooling them down.
Indignation and amusement competed in her as she took her seat beside him and he handed her the paper he鈥檇 written. She hadn鈥檛 set him any homework. He鈥檇 done it on his own, printed a brief description of their picnic in short sentences or single words. It was
almost like a poem without rhyme. 鈥淔ish swim water. Sky. Trees. Leaves. Eat food. Drink.鈥�
She smiled at him. 鈥淰ery good.鈥�
He touched his lips, puckering them in
a kiss, and tapped the signing book.
鈥淜iss,鈥� she said and looked up the sign for it. 鈥淔ingers touching thumbs as both
hands come together,鈥� the text said. Her cheeks flushed as she read, 鈥渢rembling slightly to indicate the degree of passion.鈥�
Catherine made the movement as she repeated the word aloud. 鈥淜iss.鈥�
Jim copied the movement, shaping his lips like hers. He pointed to the slate and offered her the chalk so she could spell the word. He studied each letter as she wrote it, before printing them himself: K-i-s-s.
Catherine鈥檚 cheeks flamed even hotter from seeing it written in glaring white against the black slate. Kiss. Kiss. Somehow there seemed to be no denying or hiding it now that it was written down. She glanced at Jim鈥檚 lips and her nipples tightened at the memory of
his mouth sucking them.”
― Bonnie Dee, A Hearing Heart

“She gazed back at him, her mouth open, gasping for air. Her white blouse rose and fell with each panting breath. She shook her head. 鈥淣o. We can鈥檛. I鈥檓 sorry.鈥�
His gut twisted. He wanted to shout, 鈥淲hy? Why can I never have what I want鈥攋ust once?”
― Bonnie Dee, A Hearing Heart

“Hurling the box released some of his anger. It felt good so he swept his arm across the top of his dresser, knocking his pitiful possessions onto the floor, the ridiculous little carved animals, pathetic toiletries and useless old catalog he could never afford to order
from. These paltry items were the sum of his entire dismal life.
He kicked the frame of his bed, hurting his foot and knocking the light cot away
from the wall. Heedless of Rasmussen hearing the noise, he cried out his rage and frustration, tore the covers off the bed, picked up the pillow and punched it. He hurled it across the room. Dragging the thin mattress from the metal mesh of the cot, he tossed it
on the floor and looked around, but there was nothing else to tear apart since he owned so little. Laughing at the irony, he sank onto the mattress on the floor, his legs drawn to his
chest, forehead bowed to his knees, and his hands cradling the back of his neck.
Caught between harsh laughter and sobs, he breathed in hitching bursts.
He had no future, definitely no girl, and soon, no home. What the hell was he going to do?”
― Bonnie Dee, After the End

“There were many things he had to tell her, but what he really needed to say was simple. 鈥淚鈥檝e missed you so much and ache to see you again. Every moment of the day no matter what else I鈥檓 doing you鈥檙e in my thoughts. I want to 鈥� need to see you again.
Please come to me.鈥�
Pressing pencil to paper, he wrote. 鈥淪ee me. 7. Jim.鈥� He thought a moment and added 鈥淟ivery Stable鈥� just as it was printed on the sign above the door of the building.
Folding the paper, he wrote 鈥淢iss Johnson鈥� on the outside.”
― Bonnie Dee, After the End

“Jim liked dark women, apparently, history's secret women, he would say, without elaborating. As for me, I liked blondes.”
― Roberto Bola帽o, The Insufferable Gaucho