Dr. Strange Beard (Winston Brothers, #5)

by Penny Reid

“Why are you so anxious to build yourself a ceiling? Why don’t you build a rocket instead?”

Again, the urge to clap was intense. I didn’t think I’d ever get a chance to see a bullshitter bullshitting another bullshitter at this level. The bullshit was strong with this family. We’re talking bullshitting Olympics, and they’d both tied for first place.

in a battle between two bullshitters, the one who cares about the outcome will always lose to the one who doesn’t care at all.

Cake without milk is like drunk without disorderly. Where’s the fun in that?

“Memory is a strange thing.” He pressed another kiss to the soft skin of my interior forearm. “An endless reminder of the past, revealing itself—as a cannon blast or a whisper—when you’re least prepared for it.”

Rebecca looked up briefly and said in her flat, matter-of-fact southern drawl, “Time passes and people don’t notice. I want to be sure I take note of every moment I’ll never live again.”