You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.
I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.
You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.
We got it. Val grinned and lifted her fist. Wonder twin powers activate! Ruth grinned back, knocking her fist into Val's. Shape of two fucking lunatics.
Her tragedy, if she had one, was to be as normal and average as any child ever born.
We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be
Nice things don’t happen in storybooks. Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it.
Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.
Why am I the way I am? His tone makes it clear he’s proposing something I might suggest he ask, not really wondering about it. There are no real answers, Jude. Why was I cruel to Folk? Why was I awful...
Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.
As he bent closer, he realized they were words -- words his wife had carved into the cave ice with the last of her dying strength. As he read them, he felt them like three hard blows in the stomach. K...
Kiss me again, he says, drunk and foolish. Kiss me until I am sick of it.
He had read lots of stories where heroes succeeded in spite of long odds, where they accomplished a task that everyone else had failed at. He wondered for the first time about all the people who'd gon...
Dead or not, I have come for his heart and I will have it.
This is the part in the movie where that guy says, Zombies? What zombies? just before they eat his brains. I don't want to be that guy.
Someone could cut through the mess in our house and look at it like one might look at rings on a tree or layers of sediment. They'd find the black-and-white hairs of a dog we had when I was six, the a...
She came out of sleep like a thunderclap—waking from dreams so deep and dark that she couldn’t remember anything but dirt and hands pulling her down into graves with cities inside them.
Our eyes meet, and something dangerous sparks. I remind myself.Kiss me again, he says, drunk and foolish. Kiss me until I am sick of it.I feel those words, feel them like a kick to the stomach. He see...
Get down here before you’re recognized. Playing hide-and-seek under the table? Crouching in the dirt? Typical of your kind, but far beneath my dignity. He laughs unsteadily, like he expects I am going...
Baby, she says in a harsh whisper, in this world, lots of people will try to grind you down. They need you to be small so they can be big. You let them think whatever they want, but you make sure you...