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“Philip, I just love your accent,” the casting director cooed as she looked over his rather blank résumé. “We can always use someone like you.” While Philip continued to form a bond with the powerful and influential casting director, the girl next to me leaned over and whispered, “It’s amazing what a little accent can do for your career.” “I know.” I watched in awe. “I wish I had an accent.” My heart stilled as the answer to my five-year question hit me smack in the face.”
― Caitlin McKenna, My Big Fake Irish Life

“God give you the face you have on you because He thought it went with the rest of you”
― Christina McKenna, The Misremembered Man

“Speaking of great apartments,” McKenna said, “are you ladies up for watching the Blue Angels at Davio and Alessandro’s annual roof deck party this weekend?”
― Maria Murnane, Perfect on Paper (The

“Tonight he was a firm adherent to the classic McCloud school of thought; plant bugs first, apologize later.”
― Shannon McKenna, Edge of Midnight

“I'm having a stress flashback." Davy bonked his head on the table. "My brother has decided to break into the house of the richest guy in the county and seduce his sexpot daughter, under his nose."
"I'm not going to seduce her," Sean said crabbily. "I'd go through the front door and talk to her right in front of her mother if I could, but those people think I'm festering sewage sludge."
"No. They think you're dangerous, mentally unhinged festering sewage sludge," Davy corrected.”
― Shannon McKenna, Edge of Midnight

“Sean was stung. "I do not fuck everything that has a pulse," he said haughtily. "I have my standards. I limit myself to endoskeletal organisms. I always go for vertebrates. And I dont't do reptiles. Ever.”
― Shannon McKenna, Edge of Midnight

“He must have screwed hundreds of girls in his effort to get that chick out of his system. Hadn't worked so far, but hey. He was nothing if not persistent.”
― Shannon McKenna, Edge of Midnight

“The truth is that there is no shortcut, no silver bullet, and no special sauce to building a winning campaign in the 21st century.”
― Elizabeth McKenna, Groundbreakers: How Obama's 2.2 Million Volunteers Transformed Campaigning in America

“I jerked back. “You had sex here? On our table? The one I’m currently eating off of?” She smiled, nodding. “Well, we were eating, too.” “Oh. TMI, Kell.” I was suddenly horrified, knowing that Kelly wasn’t the least bit familiar with cleaning supplies. I pushed away from the table.”
― Caitlin McKenna, My Big Fake Irish Life

“Sven, “the Swede” who had a detectable Brooklyn accent, talked the entire time. He was beyond excited about my makeover and wouldn’t let me look until he was finished. It was that dramatic. Finally, he squealed, “Are you ready, little one?” I glanced up at Sven. He was so wound up, he could barely contain himself. Though he was very tall and extremely blond, he reminded me of Martin Short’s character in Father of the Bride.”
― Caitlin McKenna, My Big Fake Irish Life

“May was her favorite month. The pre-summer days meant saying good-bye to heavy clothing, and dispensing with the gloves she loathed, yet was forced to wear against her Raynaud’s syndrome.”
― Christina McKenna, The Godforsaken Daughter

“the family dog. Xena, Warrior Princess is an adorable nine-year-old, overweight, miniature dachshund. And yes, she gets offended if you don’t call her by her full name.”
― Caitlin McKenna, My Big Fake Irish Life

“I’d just have to lie. I didn’t think I’d be struck dead if I told one itty-bitty lie. Perhaps a flat tire, an unforeseen gas leak in my apartment, the death of my third cousin twice removed? Of course, I could no longer use any of these excuses, due to the fact that they actually happened, and all in a short span of two weeks.”
― Caitlin McKenna, My Big Fake Irish Life

“My heart was in my throat. What if my boss, author of How To Be A Tyrant Without Even Trying, discovered I was gone? I’d be dead, that’s what. Stu Savitch had never given anyone a break and I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be his first.”
― Caitlin McKenna, My Big Fake Irish Life

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― Dawn Lee McKenna, Low Tide

“Every thought seed sown or allowed to fall into the mind, and to take root there, produces its own, blossoming sooner or later into act, and bearing its own fruitage of opportunity and circumstance.”
― Christina McKenna, The Godforsaken Daughter

“What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare?”
― Jed McKenna, Spiritually Incorrect Enlightenment

“pushing in from the edges. My heart raced. A high-pitched ring pulsed in my ears. Searing pain infused my nose and head as if my sinuses had been”
― Todd Borg, Tahoe Ghost Boat

“out all other thoughts. My vision narrowed, darkness pushing in from the edges. My heart raced. A high-pitched ring pulsed in my ears. Searing pain infused my nose”
― Todd Borg, Tahoe Ghost Boat