Who knew that when you cut a slit in the belly of the night sky, it bled color?
Until then she hadn't considered that there was a trade off, that she might not fit anymore in places where she'd been comfortable.
Unlike the characters in the book, however, these different sorts of people don’t seem to mix well. It is like the salad dressing Jessamyn makes: a little bit of olive oil, a squeeze of lemon, and som...
They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?
These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.
There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality or lower your expectations.
There was a time when I prayed to saints. What I liked about them were their humble beginnings: they were human, once, and so you knew that they just got it in a way Jesus never would. They understood...
There are stars in the night sky that look brighter than the others, and when you look at them through a telescope you realize you are looking at twins. The two stars rotate around each other, sometim...
Then Henry speaks again. Did he do it?I turn to him slowly. Does it matter?
The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand dif...
The reason it's important to believe in something, he said, is because you can.
The reason I am still sitting at Josef's kitchen table is the same reason traffic slows after a car wreck- you want to see the damage; you can't let yourself pass without that mental snapshot. We are...
The old man was cranky, bitter bastard, but it’s the thorn in your side that leaves the biggest hole.
That's what I think love is, when your hindsight's twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn't change a thing.
That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And...
Success would come only at the expense of losing her cool, at the risk of turning intosomeone she did not want to be.
Some people don't know what to do with an act of kindness.
Si le das el corazón a alguien y luego muere, ¿se lo lleva consigo?
She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.
Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy