Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them,
Sometimes he felt like he'd been gone his whole life--in exile, away from the place he was supposed to be, and that, soldier-like, he was pining to be returned. Homesick for a place he'd never been.
Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.
So we both have things we want to work on. For me, it’d be my perfectionism, my occasional (wishful thinking?) self-righteousness. For you? I know you worry that you’re sometimes too distant, too remo...
So there it came, out of nowhere, as Rand begged for his daughter’s return: a killer smile.
So all these extras, they’re just bonus fuck-yous. Amusing booby traps. I love that I am a woman with booby traps.
So I know I am right not to settle, but it doesn't make me feel better as my friends pair off and I stay home on Friday night with a bottle of wine and make myself an extravagant meal and tell myself,...
So I killed a hobo today.....hahahaha! Ah, we have fun.
Sixty seconds is a long time to know you are dying.
She's easy to like. I've never understood why that's considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.
She tried to speak; her mouth opened, once, twice, silent, a mermaid washed ashore.
She simply makes things a reality by assuming they are such.
She leaned forward on the table and said, I know we are having a tough time. I still love you so much, Nick, and I know I have a lot of things to work on. I want to be a good wife to you, and I want y...
She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did.
Ser hija única conlleva una responsabilidad injusta; te educas en la certeza de que en realidad no tienes permitido causar desengaños, ni siquiera tienes permitido morir. No tienes sustitutas que pued...
Se interrumpe, sé que está a punto de mentir. Es la peor sensación: cuando tienes que esperar y armarte de valor para la mentira.
Right, Annabelle, Jackie said. I’m sure if Joya were alive today, they’d have a grand old time. At least Joya would. She’d just love to tear at Camille. Remember those long, long nails of hers? Never...
People whispered comfort about Marian being called back to heaven, but my mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.
Normally, Richard was the kind of guy I disliked, someone born and raised plush: looks, charm, smarts, probably money. These men were never very interesting to me; they had no edges, and they were usu...
No parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward.