I adore complaining— it calms the nerves
Meaning. If you're going to die, you want to find meaning in life. You want to connect the dots.
Remember: You're the girl with nothing below the surface. Scratch it and what do you find? More surface.
I love you. I believe it. I believe I am lovable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?
When you’re jealous, your spit turns to acid. When you’re jealous, you eat yourself from the inside out
Excellent fistibus, said Eldric, but he wasn't done with my hand. He inspected my left palm, the pucker of scars. There's no fortune to be read in that palm, I said, but of course he wanted to know ab...
I knew then the taste of true fear. It tastes of dark places deep in your stomach and holds you by the neck.
You can’t get at a memory as you might get at a splinter. You can’t poke about in your mind with a sterilized needle
Storybook events come in threes. So, it seems, does Hell.
Never punch from the elbow.Of course not, I said. Only a stupidibus would fight like that.Guess what? I can punch as well as make people laugh.
Skipping meals is terrifically convenient: It gives one lots of time to brood and hate oneself.
Truth is irrelevant to the treading out of brain paths.
The first meeting of the Fraternitus Bad-Boyificus was also to be my first fighting lesson. I made a fist and showed it to Eldric.Fistibus Briony. I shook my fist. Eldric terrorificorumest?Terrific? I...
That girl was gone; wolfgirl had returned. Wolfgirl, who was leaf dance and moon claw and tooth gleam. When Jupiter sizzled the air with lightning bolts, she caught them on the fly.Nice throw, Jupiter...
My fist flew forward.Nicely done! said Eldric, although it had glanced off of his palm like a pebble. Why aren't you begging for mercy?I make a point never to do so, said Eldric. It puts one at a disa...
I've been thinking, said the Eldric image.Ooh, thinking! I said. Shall I tell your father?Very funny, said Eldric, but he was laughing.
How many bones did he set? I cared about it much less than they did. It's my Florence Nightingale calm, I suppose.There was a pause.Twenty-seven, said Father.There was a question mark in that pause. H...
Truth is entirely irrelevant to the treading out of brain path
My writer friends and I talk about the kinds of writers we are and some of us are plungers and some of us are plotters. I happen to be a plunger. I have an idea; usually I start out with the idea for...
And then it occurred to him to wonder whether you actually knew what a seduction involves. The details, I mean.I spread my wicked left hand over my face, but surely slices of crimson tide showed betwe...
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