With that, I hurled the slipper at him, not caring if I caused his decapitation. (I did not.) Marshaling what little dignity I yet possessed, I stomped down the corridor - challenging indeed with one...
Reasonableness is the byproduct of a scientific mind.
And it occurred to me that the reason she makes it work, probably, is because she's so comfortable with herself. And you know, that's not such a bad notion, in the whole life-lesson business. Being co...
I ultimately decided to hold my tongue and settle instead for the comfort of ignorance. Not knowing the truth, I retained hope, and that hope I held like a smooth warm stone against my heart.
And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.
My downfall, inevitably, was triggered by food.
Love is the hardest thing in the world.
Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . .
It was like he was in a contest to see who could do the least work, only he was the only contestant.
It kind of struck me how great it would be to go out with a guy that size. And if you, you know, got tired of dating him, you could always use him as a house or something.
It is important to eat Oreos the right way.
How could I pretend to be someone else when I was already failing at being the person I already was?
Still, I couldn't get over Dad calling those farmers. People might think helping is hard, but really that's the easy part; just look how good it makes people feel. Look how happy all those Red Bend la...
As for the queen, I had no more interest in her company than in plunging my face into a nest of hornets.
I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.
Bend like the sapling you are. With time we shall find your oaken core.
Better I would have been at pulling parsnips out of my nose than charming any man, even if I so desired it, even if I quadrupled my studies in her unique curriculum.
But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.
Finally I halted, my cloak soiled with grease and jam. Why was it that jam always coated me so?
Trying to make something sound innocent always backfires—I know that just from being a kid
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