Sometimes that’s what happens. No cigarette burns, no bone snaps. Just an irretrievable slipping.
Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them, Amma said, pulling another Blow Pop from her pocket.
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 there it came, out of nowhere, as Rand begged for his daughter’s return: a killer smile.
So let everyone take sides. Team Nick, Team Amy. Turn it into even more of a game: Sell some fucking T-shirts.
She's easy to like. I've never understood why that's considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.
Ser la Chica Enrollada significa que soy una mujer atractiva, brillante y divertida que adora el fútbol americano, el poker, los chistes verdes y eructar, que juega a videojuegos, bebe cerveza barata,...
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...
Right now, she had an almost obsessive need to get home, nest up, feel safe.
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.
People do what they’re supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation—they’re
Patty knew that feeling, a dream hangover, like when she jumped up from a panicky sleep at 2 in the morning and tried to talk herself into thinking the farm was OK, that this year would pick up, and t...
One snowy April night, I felt so lonely. I was drinking warm amaretto with Bleecker and reading, lying on the floor as the snow came down, listening to old scratchy albums, like Nick and I used to
Okay, so what’s your favorite color, your favorite ice cream flavor, and your favorite season? Blue, coffee, and winter. Winter. No one likes winter. It gets dark early, I like that. Why? Because that...
Oh, that sounds like too
Não me sinto uma pessoa: sou algo a ser carregado e descarregado, como um sofá ou um cuco.
Now another one’s missing. Sounds like it might be a serial to me. Drive down there and get me the story. Go quick. Be there tomorrow morning. No way. We got horror stories here, Curry.
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 wedding ring. I wondered when I began to notice such things.