If I'm not a murderer, asked Corny, how come I keep killing people?
I'm not very good at explaining things, she said. But I think you have beautiful eyes. I love the gold in them. I love that they're different from my eyes- I see mine all the time and I'm bored with t...
I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact.I'm not scared of being spoiled, Val said.
I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.
I want to tell you so many lies
I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
I think Bob appreciated my outfit. He made me buy the more expensive pendant. You might think that was to my disadvantage, but I accept that status comes with a price. Not usually so immediately. I sh...
I swear to fucking God, I will spray you again,
I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.
I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.
I don’t imagine myself back in a life like theirs; what I imagine is going over there and scaring them until they cry. I would never, of course. I mean, I don’t think I would.
Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns?Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you?Holly: Zombies shamble. I disa...
He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.
He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he’s never seen me before or as though he thought he might never see me again.
Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news...
Flattery will get you everywhere, Sam says, Except, apparently, off a roof.
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...
But now I wonder--what if everyone is pretty much the same and it's just a thousand small choices that add up to the person you are? No good or evil, no black and white, no inner demons or angels whis...
Be bold, be bold, but not too bold, lest that your hearts blood should run cold.
At the window of my room, I catch my reflection in the glass. Shaggy black hair. Sneer.I look like a hungry ghost, glowering in at a world I am no longer fit to be a part of.