He's the kind of liar who totally forgets what he told you the last time, but he believes every single lie with such conviction that sometimes he can convince you of it.
God, I hate you, she says. So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearr...
By the time dad died, the junk was so piled up that there were tunnels instead of rooms.
She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.
She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. I didn’t think you were going to be here. I live here.
One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the nois...
Jack looked surprised when she stumbled upon him, which was odd, because he was almost never caught off guard. As his mother once said about him, Jack could hear the thunder before the lightning bothe...
I’ve wanted this and feared it, and now that it’s happening, I don’t know how I will ever want anything else.
I’ve stripped my life down, he told me. I don’t need much. I have all the company I want to keep right in here. He shot himself in the head with his fingers. People don’t understand about the need to...
If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.
If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.
I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.
Each of you will have a chance to play it, and whosoever plays most sweetly, you will have it. For art is more than virtue or vice.
Crowns of flowers on our heads, shooting bows and arrows at the sky. Eating candied violets and falling asleep with our heads pillowed on logs. We were children. Children can laugh all day and still c...
Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.
I like for things to happen, for stories to unfold. And if I can’t find a good enough story, I make one.
I consider kissing her right there on the dirty couch, but self-preservation stops me. Once someone hurts you, it’s harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn’t...
Adventuring turned out to be boring. Zach thought back to all the fantasy books he'd read where a team of questers traveled overland, and realized a few things. First he'd pictured himself with a loya...
You shouldn't let it bother you, Drew said earnestly. That's just babble. It doesn't mean anything. None of you are going to die and you're obviously not dead. For Pete's sake.
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.