I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must.Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.
You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?
I know because I read…Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.
I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.
One could argue that it’s romantic to die for love. Of course, then you’re dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.
I’ve heard it said that God is in the details. It’s the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.
They have money and position and Ann has none.It’s amazing how often you can be right as long as you have those two things working in your favor.
There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.
Peace is not happenstance. It is a living fire that must be fed constantly. It must be tended to with vigilance, else it dies out.
Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren’t we all just a little crazy?
I’ve never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person’s face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.
I think about dying every day, because I can’t stop thinking about living.
. . . chasing after words like trying to grab the tails of comets.
Reminds us that greatness lies even in the smallest of moments, in the humblest of hearts, and we shall, each of us, be called to greatness. Whether we shall rise to meet it or let it slip away is the challenge put before us all.
But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.
Pippa’s laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. ‘Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It’s a misery. I wish I were someone else.
Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.
I’ve never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control. A place much like high school.
What kind of person doesn’t let you have gummi bears?
I’ve had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.
I’d like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you’re reading Sarah Palin.
I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?
You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That’s a step too far.
People always fear what they don’t understand, Evangeline. History proves that.
Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they’ve fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don’t know when or how the change took place.
War.” Gorgon spits the word. “That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so.
Because ‘You’re perfect just the way you are,’ is what your guidance counselor says. And she’s an alcoholic.
Agent Jones held Sinjin’s face in his hands. “I’m going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals.”“How right you are, strange delusional man,” Sinjin said.
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When she can’t bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.
Really? And what curse befalls the Adams of the world?”Ann opens her mouth and, presumably thinking of nothing to say, closes it again. It is Felicity who answers, eyes steely. “They are weak to temptation. And we are their temptresses.
And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.
Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.
Please, I’m a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don’t know how to defend myself?
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May I suggest that you all read? And often. Believe me, it’s nice to have something to talk about other than the weather and the Queen’s health. Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.
I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.
I’ve been poked and prodded in places I’d always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.
Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
Because the pure girls get rescued.” Mary Lou felt something she didn’t let herself feel often. She was well and truly pissed off. “Why do girls have to be all pure and innocent and good? Why don’t guys have to be?
It was so hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.
You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.
I’m sorry, Gemma. But we can’t live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.
I’m Sorry,’ he says. It’s simple and direct, with none of the nonsense about God calling home an angel too young and who are we to question his mysterious ways.
What is the French word for rain? Le rain? La rain? Is the rain masculine or feminine? It’s such a bother that it must be masculine.
The world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplace their combs, and yet you were suppose to fall at their feet? Unacceptable.
Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell.
If you would understand the present, you must come to know the past.
…I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.
Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.
Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ’em off for a coupla stones.
But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.
Wow, I miss Latin. So much fun – all those exciting verbs that don’t come unit the end of the sentence. It’s like a movie trailer for language.
Robot. Is. Sad. Because silly bitch. Will. Not. Dance.
I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I’ve got to think.
There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.
As a journalist, I am compelled to know the answers.””As a girl, I am compelled to protect what’s left of my manicure,” Petra said.
And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.
There is no greater power on this earth than story.
We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it’s like chasing clouds.
I understand we’ll be attending your friend Miss Worthington’s Christmas ball. Perhaps I’ll find a suitable– which is to say wealthy– wife among the ladies attending.”And perhaps they will run screaming for the convent.
The police have asked for my help. There’s been a murder.””A murder! Oh, my. Let me just change my shoes,” Evie said excitedly. “It won’t be a minute.
…There’s an -or- in -whore- because you always have a choice to respect your body and say no.
So, now I’ve been to see a drug counselor who told me I need to lay off the drugs and talk about my feelings, and a shrink who heard what I had to say and immediately put me on drugs.
What if evil doesn’t really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?
Oh, I didn’t think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again,” I say, cheerily. “It’s sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it.
Kartik feels like a country I want to travel—vast, dangerous, and unknown.
She shrieks above the din. “If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.
I’m an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.
So I slap on that smile and pretend everything’s okay even though it’s not.
Beliefs converge and become something new all the time.
I am hard at work on the second draft … Second draft is really a misnomer as there are a gazillion revisions, large and small, that go into the writing of a book.
Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.
We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.
We are the dead. We are the keepers of the stories. We hold the history of blood and promises. We are speaking. Are you listening? Will you hear?
For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.
Memphis found his smile. ‘You know me, sir. I don’t wear worry.
I don’t think you should die until you’re ready. Until you’ve wrung out every last bit of living you can.
You can’t believe how bleeding scary the sea is! There’s, like, whales and storms and shit! They don’t bloody tell you that!
It’s over, her mind whispered. There’s still hope, her heart insisted.
I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it’s strictly sherry.
Could I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?””What’s the point of that, Miss?” the waiter said.”Tomorrow morning,” Mabel said.
In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.
Sometimes I just want to burn down all the rules and start over.
And please, stay away from those books you devour. They are putting the most fantastical tales into your head.
There’s no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there’s a something. In fact, there could be everything!
We’re comfortable with women in certain roles but not comfortable with women expressing anger or fully accepting their power. The most daring question a woman can ask is, ‘What do I want?’