He might be faithless but I believe in him.
Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you’ve split yourself open. And when they see you...
For frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above groundfor burned mermaids and sick vampire girlsfor wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair
Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.
Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers. Lanky Lizards! Weetzie exclaimed.Greetings, said the man in an odd voice,...
My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body.
Do you know when they say soulmates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. Soul mate wanted. It doesn’t mean too much now. But soulmates – think about it. When your soul – whatever that is anyway – somet...
What sexual preference do you hope she has? Happiness. Isnt that cool?
My reading and studying and retellings of old stories didn't do anything except help me think better. I was at least thoughtful. Too thoughtful, my friends said. And all I thought about was myths and...
It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.
The next night I went back to the sea dressed in 1950s silk travel scarves – Paris with the Eiffel tower and ladies in hats and pink poodles, Venice with bronze horses and gondoliers, New York in cele...
Life was small but good. (15)
Once she was standing by her locker and her puka shells broke and scattered and she made a joke about it but he could tell she was upset. He wanted to buy her some more. He wanted to give her a millio...
Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.
Even in darkness your lips taste of sunshine
But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.
She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are ther...
Max asked, 'Why death, do you think?''The Iroquois say that the world was too full, so the men and women got together, separately, to find an answer. The men came up with the idea of not having any mo...
It's scary to feel this much in such a dangerous world. Even if what you feel, overwhelmingly, like inhaling the precious, still-surviving existing earth, is not fear but love.