She realized she'd never felt this happy.even at her old school, she had been an outsider, always the lonely girl,the one who stayed at home watching tv on Saturday nights while her friends went to pa...

She gave him a wan smile. And then you came, Eragon. You and Saphira. After hope had deserted me and I was about to be taken to Galbatorix in Uru'baen, a Rider appeared to rescue me. A rider and a dra...

Sea and land may lie between us, but my heart is always there with you.

Nor were the intellectuals of the 1920s a vanguard of a new outlook, as they themselves supposed, but the exhausted rearguard of Victorian romanticism. They sought refuge from an industrialised and ug...

Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.

Me and Katy look adorkable in extraterrestrialhighway shirts. You would just look stupid. You can thank me later.

Jane, I said quietly.She opened her eyes, she had been far away in prayer.Yes, Mary? Forgive me, I was praying.If you go on flirting with the king with those sickly little smiles, one of us Boleyns is...

James Agee. He was born a prince of the language, and so he remains. And Capote. I don't care what kind of stupid ass remarks he makes, he can write; he really can. When he's on he's really on. Updike...

It's amazing how little you need to keep starving people strung along.

It was now pointed out that the black male child, even in a black school using white textbooks, could early come to the conclusion that all the heroes in history were white men. Furthermore, with the...

It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.

Instead of making me docile, Lucinda’s curse made a rebel of me. Or perhaps I was that way naturally.

In some cases we learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.

In effect, nobody who is not from the losing classes has ever been thrust into a death cell in these United States.

Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do?

I'm what the botanists call a hybrid, he said the first time Cora heard him speak, A mixture of two different families. In flowers, such a concoction pleases the eye. When that amalgamation takes its...

I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the out...

I respect you, he murmured. and your views. I think of you as an equal. I respect your brains, and all those big words you like to use. But I also want to rip your clothes off and have sex with you un...

I reach into my bag and I pull out my claw hammer.

I know people can be awful dooms for each other.