Sick and sicker and sickest. What was real and what was fake? Was Amma really sick and needing my mother’s medicine, or was the medicine what was making Amma sick? Did her blue pill make me vomit, or...
She'll never really let me go. She likes the game too much.Then stop playing it.
She simply makes things a reality by assuming they are such.
She defines and eliminates problems. She’s practical in an evil way.
People behaved mostly well and then they died.
Para Amy, o amor era como drogas, álcool e pornografia: não havia limite. Cada exposiçao precisava ser mais intensa que a última para alcançar o mesmo resultado.
Ninety degrees but the heat made me feel safe, like walking under water.
Never leave a message for someone you really want to reach. No, you keep phoning and phoning until someone picks up—out of anger or curiosity or fear—and then you blurt out whatever words will keep th...
My story for the day was a limp sort of evil.
My feelings for her were veering too quickly from bitter to sweet.
My demons aren't remotely tackled, they're just mildly concussed.
My brain is so busy with Nick thoughts, it’s a swarm inside my head: Nicknicknicknicknick! And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and qu...
Me gustan las reglas que tienen sentido, no las reglas sin lógica
I’m always looking for a reason to disregard.
I’d come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival.
It was a constant problem: too much control or no control at all.
Imagine the jacket copr: People behaved mostly well and then they died.
If you don’t have money, gossip isn’t bad leverage. Even inside one’s own family.
I was sometimes as guilty of playing the figure-me-out game as Amy was.
I want to know more about true, complete people, not dirty scraps of humans.