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“If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.”
Gina Barreca“If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.”
Gina Barreca“Gina Rodgers raised her hand, triggering a class-wide bristle. Everyone wanted to impress Mr. Tipton, but it was Gina who always raised her hand first, like he was going to fall in love with her for her 4.3 GPA or something.”
Mira Jacob, The Sleepwalker's Guide to Dancing“[Gina] I got them Bad Old Cosmic C-Word Blues Again.[Mark] What does ‘c-word’ mean?[Gina] It means continuing to believe even when you don’t feel it. Not letting go even when you can’t find squat to hold onto. Going all the way from the beginning to the end.”
Pat Cadigan, Synners“One day comes after another and another and pretty soon you realize that yesterday was pretty damn long ago and that everything you had hoped for is never going to happen. You can’t control it any more than you can control that big wave from getting stronger before it nails you. All you can do is prepare and hope that when it hits, you’ll survive.”
Buffy Andrews, Gina and Mike“The sight washed over me like a damn wave that you never see coming until it’s too late and you’re face down eating sand.”
Buffy Andrews, Gina and Mike“Yes, I prosecute bastards like him, make them pay for what they did to innocent victims who can’t fight for themselves. And every time I win a case, I not only win for the victim, but also for me.”
Buffy Andrews, Gina and Mike“As I drove out the wrought iron gates I had entered, I noticed for the first time how intricate and beautiful they were. They were forged by hand so many years ago and had stood the test of time.”
Buffy Andrews, Gina and Mike“Do you remember the time, Mike,” Jeremy laughed, “that you put a banana down your pants and walked up to the Palma-nator. It looked like you had one hell of a hard-on.”
Buffy Andrews, Gina and Mike“The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear sky and the sun on its way down.”
Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault