I know what loose ends can do to a soul. The sooner she knows the truth, whatever it is, the sooner she can get on with her future.
I honestly can't tell if [she's] being intentionally mean or is she's truly that stupid.
I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for, Ian whispers. I think we just do.
However, no child really chooses his religion; it is just the luck of the draw which blanket of beliefs you are wrapped in.
Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving...
Everyone knew that if you divided reality by expectation, you got a happiness quotient. But when you invert the equation - expectation divided by reality - you didn't get the opposite of happiness. Wh...
Embarrassment isn't a just cause of action.
But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?
All it takes is a second and your whole life can get turned upside down.
24/7) once you sign on to be a mother, that's the only shift they offer.
If you don't want someone to change your life for you, you've got to change it yourself. (Vanishing Acts, pg. 339)
Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.
When you are singled out for torture because of your faith, can religion still be a beacon?
When I was younger, my brother told me that he had the power to shrink me to the size of an ant. In fact, he said, he used to have another sister, but he shrank her down and stepped on her.He also tol...
What if, ladies and gentlemen, today I told you that anyone here who was born on a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday was free to leave right now? Also, they'd be given the most central parking spots in th...
We take the elevator to the third floor, to the office of Dr. Harrison Chance. His name alone has put me off. Why not Dr. Victor?
Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?
This is where I go, when I go:It's a room with no windows and no doors, and walls that are thin enough for me to see and hear everything but too thick to break through.I'm there, but I'm not there.I a...
This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder