Quotes by : R.J. Lawrence

He celebrated his solitude with a frown.

Her eyes flashed seven kinds of hell.

Within her simple, terrified mind, swift calculations of distance and speed were at work, and her face....

The door closed and darkness claimed the room.

She looked at him, his black, depthless eyes like boiling wells of oil.

As she gobbled up the miles, big ravines appeared before her, their starving mouths open for the swallow.....

Claire's face looking pretty and serene, as if she were gifted with a madness that left her ignorant....

They waited and watched, while the clocks seemed to resist time.

She looked at his face. So old and wrinkled. So beautiful and just right.

When the people are not enlightened enough to exercise intelligent control, you take it from them, not....