On, I don't think I'm a genius!' cried Josie, growing calm and sober as she listened to the melodious voice and looked into the expressive face that filled her with confidence, so strong, sincere and...
Of course, the diary helps me as well. 'That wasn't your position on July 7, 1991,' I'll remind Hugh an hour after we've had a fight. I'd have loved to rebut him sooner, but it takes awhile to look th...
Nooooooooooo! Screaming the word, Amy and Dan moved as one.Time slowed down, which, Dan knew from experience, often happened when you were in midair. By the time they leaped onto the hood of Fiske's c...
My mind wanders to the other side of the courtyard, where St. Clair waits with Josh in Q-through-Z. I wonder if I have any classes with him. I mean, . Classes with them.
My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.
La cucaracha, La cucaracha, Ya no puede caminar, porque no tiene, porque le falta, I don't know the rest, la la la la!
Il senso di calore che avvertii la prima volta che tenni un libro in mano, prima ancora di aprirlo, non mi ha mai abbandonato. Cominciai a leggere voracemente, tutto e di tutto, e poco dopo aver finit...
I'm a girl.When Deryn opened her eyes, the lady boffin was staring at her with no change of expression. Indeed, she said.Deryn's mouth feel open. You mean you...Did you barking ?I had no idea at all....
I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands...—I want you like an animal...or a whore.
I think if you don't really like a girl, you shouldn't horse around with her at all, and if you do like her, then you're supposed to like her face, and if you like her face, you ought to be careful ab...
I love you. You are my heart beatingoutside of my chest.
I feel the same way about all my friends. To me, the exact relationship between me and someone else doesn't matter much.But people want to label everything...so I guess I seem indifferent in that way....
I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.
I can't get it out, she said.Just pull at it.It hurts. It's throbbing.Pull harder.I can't! It's truly stuck. I need something to make it slippery. Do you have some sort of lubricant nearby?No.Not anyt...
He beat me when you not here, I say.Who do, she say, Albert?Mr ____, I say.I can't believe it, she say. She sit down on the bench next to me real hard, like she drop.What he beat you for? she ast.For...
God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, each word we spoke,each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written her...
French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.
Everyone should have a hippie painter anarchist in their lives. It's the guys in silvered aviators with guns that you've got to be wary of.
Every time you look up at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you’re the same perso...
Each insult is woven with just enough truth to make it wound.