Ruthie's Quotes

#1. She could have had a heart attack!" Jenny insisted. "Oh, please, Ruthie's an unstoppable force of nature, like the Black Plague or Richard Simmons.

Molly Harper

#2. [Ruthie] ... if he was a good man, how could he leave me? So he must not be a good man. But if he isn't good, then why does it hurt so much to lose him?

Orson Scott Card

#3. Ruthie started to cry at Julia's use of the word "hate," though Ruthie knew it was true, accurate. For a long time now it had been easier just to hate her sister. Easier to try to define the relationship with that simple emotion than to live with the conflicting set of feelings Julia brought forth.

Susan Rebecca White

#4. I promise you, whatever we are together, it's not a mistake. It's too good to be a mistake.

Ruthie Knox

#5. He would be here treating you like a princess.'
She thought about saying that he had treated her like a princess, but she was afraid her mother would ask how, and she didn't think cock jokes and orgasms were her mom's idea of the princess treatment.

Ruthie Knox

#6. I just thought, what if I tried sex without the only part that counted as sex before? I want that. I want to say 'fuck you' to the whole idea, too, that getting penetrated is the point of the deal, like it's not sex if there's not something inside me. I'm inside me. I am." Only

Ruthie Knox

#7. My grandma Ruthie, Jettie's sister, had been married four times, so many times I started calling every old man I saw at the grocery store Grandpa.

Molly Harper

#8. Cath didn't feel like a mistake to him. She felt like a beginning. A clean canvas, ready to be painted. A gorgeous new idea.

Ruthie Knox

#9. I would use my tongue. First through those pretty knickers, and then when I had you soaking and thrashing round, I'd rip them off and spread your thighs wide and hold you open while I made a banquet of you.

Ruthie Knox

#10. Cath called all the shots. She seemed more comfortable that way, so Nev had decided not to press. Much. Instead, he looked for the loopholes and exploited them.

Ruthie Knox

#11. She could hear all the doubt crows rustling around, bumping her shoulders, staring down at the naked forms on the bed. Not

Ruthie Knox

#12. He was a terrible white knight, but she didn't seem to care.

Ruthie Knox

#13. All she'd had to do was remember about Limbo: neither Heaven nor Hell, Limbo was the timeless, colorless eternity spent in between.

Ruthie Knox

#14. I've reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover."
"Don't reform. I like you bad.

Ruthie Knox

#15. There needs to be more Kander & Ebbs and Rodgers & Harts and people like that out there. But, it's so hard to get something looked at and on.

Ruthie Henshall

#16. Give me your phone number?" She smiled, looking down at her lap.
"Sorry. No. It would be a mistake."
"Would it help if I promised not to be?

Ruthie Knox

#17. I had to kiss Ruthie Henshall once with a cold. It was the final romantic moment in She Loves Me; as we separated, I noticed this arc of glistening mucus threaded between us.

John Gordon Sinclair

#18. How many times did you come last night?" he asked in a low voice. Three.
"I'm not answering that question."
"You don't have to. I remember every one. You like me fine.

Ruthie Knox

#19. All of it felt like stolen time, an end rather than a beginning. But he didn't know why, and he didn't know what to do differently.

Ruthie Knox

#20. They weren't lies but promises, however silently made. He wanted to keep her. She wanted to let him. They both wanted for the wrong reasons.

Ruthie Knox

#21. I'm a thoroughly respectable woman."
"You don't kiss like one.

Ruthie Knox

#22. If only there was something to trade, someone to trade with; Cass would rip her soul from her body and hand it to the devil himself, would walk into the gates of hell with her head held high if someone could just take care of Ruthie.

Sophie Littlefield

#23. Together a home any more than he had. She'd been familiar, though, and he missed that. At

Ruthie Knox

#24. It was easy to love your idea of someone - to fall hard for their very best self. The question was whether, once you had to spend some time living with their worst self, you could bear to be with them anymore.

Ruthie Knox

#25. I think there's something about dancers, they never ever forget where they come from. They never get grand, no matter what success they have.

Ruthie Henshall

#26. My favorite part of theatre is that I get paid for it!

Ruthie Henshall

#27. She could tell the difference between fantasy and reality. If life ever gave her another opportunity to make the choice, she knew which one she would choose.

Ruthie Knox

#28. The gleam in those green-brown eyes was positively rakish. She hadn't thought City had a speck of rakishness in him.

Ruthie Knox

#29. He kissed her then. He had to kiss her, to try out every way he could move his mouth over hers - hard and soft, deep and reverent - and he had to move his tongue against hers and cup her breast in his hand because he was so fucking grateful and so fucking lost.

Ruthie Knox

#30. Sweetheart," Sean said, "you are the farthest thing from terminally unfuckable I can possibly imagine.

Ruthie Knox

#31. I'm pretty sure you just kissed me."
"Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?"
"What for?"
"It was terribly impolite. I didn't ask your permission.

Ruthie Knox

#32. He kissed her like they were too young to know how to kiss yet, all the while sinking into her body and withdrawing, a dirty secret happening below their waists.

Ruthie Knox

#33. He tasted deliciously of bacon.

Ruthie Knox

#34. She was in awe of him, impressed by his lack of fear, smitten with his bee-geekery.

Ruthie Knox

#35. He wouldn't hurt her. Never on purpose. Nev was going to hurt her accidentally, and when he did it would be her own fault.

Ruthie Knox

#36. It's different for you," she said. "You're a man."
"I was beginning to fear you hadn't noticed.

Ruthie Knox

#37. Confidence is the quiet assurance you are enough.

Ruthie Dean

#38. Sometimes I can't think of anything but every wrong thing I've ever done.

Ruthie Knox

#39. I love the stage, it's my first love - but, it's gone. You do your performance, then it's a memory. It only lives in the moment.

Ruthie Henshall

#40. Like it when she spouted off. I believe that's precisely what he's blamed for.

Ruthie Knox

#41. Nev was the man in the parlor and the painter in his studio, the banker and the rugby player. The boyfriend who bought her prawn crisps and rubbed her back when she cried. The tender lover. The caged beast who came out to play when they got naked together. He could be any of them.

Ruthie Knox

#42. Tracer was a good guy, but Ruthie didn't understand how one individual could smoke the amount of pot he did and still function.

Jennifer McMahon

#43. You had me at hello.

Ruthie L. Manier

#44. He picked her up. Picked her up and carried her, as if she were Scarlett O'Hara and he were Rhett Butler, if Rhett had been the kind of guy to go down on Scarlett in a doorway. Which, let's be honest, he probably was.

Ruthie Knox

#45. She raised their three kids in spite of him, working long hours at a shoe factory until she had a hump in her back from bending over a sewing machine. But still, she's loving, kind, and sober. I don't get it. Ruthie

Barb Rogers

#46. Was that some kind of romantic declaration, disguised as a filthy pirate sex offer?

Ruthie Knox

#47. You brought me here with impure motives?" The idea gave her a stupid thrill.
He shook his head. "No. I developed them after you arrived.

Ruthie Knox

#48. We accept the kind of love we think we deserve.

Ruthie Dean

#49. He traced the shape of the bird, wondering what she could have done to merit writing herself a memo on her body.
"It's a very permanent sort of reminder."
She raised herself up slightly, catching his gaze and holding it. "They were really bad mistakes.

Ruthie Knox

#50. She wasn't quiet. Neither was he. While it lasted, they were as close as two people could be. But afterward, she didn't stay the night.

Ruthie Knox

#51. I've always said the theatre is my church. It's where I feel God the most. It's where I know there's a God.

Ruthie Henshall

#52. And those noises - " He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she gasped. "K-keep doing that, sweetheart, and I'm going to make this so worth your while.

Ruthie Knox

#53. whereas Allie still had to wear a retainer at night to keep her bottom teeth from collecting like dice in a Yahztee cup.

Ruthie Knox

#54. Relationships program our minds as to what is and isn't an acceptable way to be treated.

Ruthie Dean

#55. I love your hair." He dropped his head and moved closer as she breathed and wondered and hoped. When his lips met the space behind her ear, she shuddered. "I love this ssspot right here, t-too. Your shivery spot.

Ruthie Knox

#56. Oh, he was perfect. An orgasm - just for her - and a compliment. She would bottle him and sell him and make her fortune.

Ruthie Knox

#57. You're not Adam, asshole. You're the snake.

Ruthie Knox

#58. She wished he weren't so damned fit. Running away was a lot harder when the guy you were fleeing kept in such an excellent shape. -Cath Talarico

Ruthie Knox

#59. Maybe when you loved someone, you just let yourself be you. You let them see you. And you saw them. Maybe that was all there was to it.

Ruthie Knox

#60. Have you ever been with a man who d-did those things to you?" His voice had turned husky and dark. "Talked dirty to you? Spanked you? Tied you up and sspent hours figuring out how many ways he could make you c-come with his tongue?

Ruthie Knox

#61. I thought you didn't sit," she said.
The dimple appeared. "The way I've worked it out, this is the closest thing to a first date we're going to get. On a date, I sit."
"This isn't a date. It's a commute.

Ruthie Knox

#62. Musical theatre goes through cycles. I came in when it was at the absolute height of musical theatre as I remember it. It was the age of the long-runners.

Ruthie Henshall

#63. She put her arm around my shoulder and squeezed me. She whispered, It's not the worst thing, Ruthie, drifting. You'll see. You'll see.

Marilynne Robinson

#64. Is he actually good?" Judith asked. "He's incredible." "Sorry, are we talking about the painting or the shagging?" Nev asked. "The painting!" He grinned. "Right.

Ruthie Knox

#65. Mom had considered Cath a bit of a hoochie, but the truth was that Cath always opened her heart when she opened her legs.

Ruthie Knox

#66. Please, Tom. You can't ride your bicycle across the country alone. It's insane. You'll end up being slaughtered by a serial killer."
"Taryn, I'm thiry-five, single, tattooed, and antisocial. I'M the serial killer.

Ruthie Knox

#67. Your past - It's not a series of mistakes, love. It's just you. All the things that happened to you that made you who you are.

Ruthie Knox

#68. I want him to have everything, but all he has is me.

Ruthie Knox

#69. I c-can promise it," he said. "It's what I d-do, remember? I m-make magic happen."
Katie smiled. "That's not magic. That's orgasms."
"Same thing.

Ruthie Knox

#70. The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.

Ruthie Knox

#71. I'll make sure you're ready," he said gently. "And then I'm gonna make you beg me.

Ruthie Knox

#72. Collaboration is when you find somebody who, literally, complements and gets you that you can work with. Collaboration is when you really, really want to work with somebody.

Ruthie Henshall

#73. It's easier to ignore all the bad shit in the light. Distract yourself with work and TV and other people. The dark is just ... bad memories. Bad dreams. I don't like to be left alone with all that.

Ruthie Knox

#74. Nice?" he said fiercely. "Nice is a lemonade stand." He withdrew and thrust deep. "Nice is a picnic on the lawn. This is not - nice. You are not a nice woman. You are fucking - sstupefying.

Ruthie Knox