She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.
She'd been in labor for nineteen hours; I completely understood why she wanted to pass the buck. 'You are so beautiful,' her husband crooned, holding up her shoulders.'You are so full of shit,' Lila s...
She wanted to get at the hate of them all, to pry at it and work at it until she found a little chink, and then pull out a pebble or a stone or a brick and then a part of the wall, and, once started,...
It's not because I don't want to hurt Delia's feelings. It's because when she is bruised, I'm the one who aches.
I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.
I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said.
Hope is what makes you look outside the window to see if it's stopped raining. Hope is what makes you believe he'll text you back. Hope is why you buy your jeans a little tight... Hope is why you get...
Dylan Jerome, the lawyer admits, wanted to sue God for not caring enough about him.
During the night he'd kicked off a sock; his toes were plump as early peas; it was all she could do not to taste his caramel skin. So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone w...
A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right, like when you pop a piece of fancy chocolate into your mouth expecting toffee filling and you get lemon z...
It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.
True love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.
You know someone's right for you when the things they don't to say are even more important than the things they do.
You can fool yourself, you know. You'd think it's impossible, but it turns out it's the easiest thing of all.
When feeling came back, in a storm of color and force and sensation, the most you could do was hold on to the person beside you and hope you could weather it. Alex closed her eyes and expected the wor...
This is what it means to be human. We are all just canvases for our scars.
She had tried to hide the discomfort behind the mask of competence that she usually wore, only to realize that in her hurry, she must have left it behind somewhere.
She falters, then gather up the weeds of her thoughts and offers me the saddest, truest bouquet.
People have to experience things that terrify them. If they don't, how will they ever come to appreciate safety?
Parents aren't the people you come from. They're the people you want to be, when you grow up.