As we take stock of this century of achievement, Ulster Unionists have every reason to feel proud.
A girl could lather up in soap like that.
I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too. " "I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.
If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated. " Patch hooked his elbow around my neck and dragged me into a kiss. "Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty. " Patch waggled his eyebrows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter. Two kisses per strip. Any objections?" I pulled on an innocent face. "None whatsoever.
I believe everyone is born into the world to do something unique and distinctive.
Movies have to handle time very efficiently. They're about stringing scenes together in the present. Novels aren't necessarily about that.
The public life of every political figure is a continual struggle to rescue an element of choice from the pressure of circumstance.
I finally discovered that my life is more important than show business.