It’s hard to come up with a scheme to thwart some other scheme you don’t even know about.
It's starting to sink in, Corny said. I can almost look at you without wanting to bang my head against the wall.
It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.
If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.
I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.
I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact.I'm not scared of being spoiled, Val said.
I don’t have the words. I want to touch her, but I don’t deserve it.
Hazel, Hazel, blue of eye. Kissed the boys and made them cry,
For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine. —William Winter
Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.
Down a path worn into the woods, past a stream and a hollowed-out log full of pill bugs and termites, was a glass coffin. It rested right on the ground, and in it slept a boy with horns on his head an...
Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill monsters and feel quite proud of themselves.
Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way t...
And yet, I don’t regret it now. Having stepped off the edge, what I want to do is fall.
And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.
The light, by the light, by the light of the bloodred moon. I’ll be killing you soon.
Your mother doesn’t make mistakes. I hear her blow out the smoke. Baby, I know what I’m doing.
You carried my heart in your hands tonight, he said. But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.
We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be. That's why habits are so hard to break. If we know ourselves to be liars, we expect not to tell the truth. If we think of ourselves as honest, we try...
Three is an odd configuration of sisters. There’s always one on the outside.