It is a remarkable question- Do all the wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them?
In our world, Darija said, throwing aside the chapter she was marking up, there will be no semicolons.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?
I would rather be in minority and be right, than in the majority and wrong.
I think you're the only person who gets me. When I'm with you, the world doesn't feel like a problem I can't figure out. Please come to the dance, because you're my music.
I know I told you to go to hell, I say, but I'm glad you ignored me.Delia, that newspaper story--You know what? I say, trying to keep my voice from breaking. Right now, I don't need a journalist. But...
I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow in it. what happen then? what else, I said It broke.
Home is not a place, but rather, the people who love you.
Fiction comes in all shapes and sizes. Secrets,lies,stories. We all tell them. Sometimes,because we hope to entertain. Sometimes,because we need to distract. And sometimes, because we have to.
Every life has a soundtrack.There is a tune that makes me think of the summer I spent rubbing baby oil on my stomach in pursuit of the perfect tan. There's another that reminds me of tagging along wit...
But without a reader, a story is only half complete. It's like blueprints that never get built; like a swimming pool without water. The foundation's there, but it's useless. Without a reader, the word...
Annie turned away, her eyes glittering. 'Here's what no one tells you,' she said. 'When you deliver a fetus, you get a death certificate, but not a birth certificate. And afterward, your milk comes in...
Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.
You can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?
I'm sure i'm worth a lot more dead than alive
You live and let live, eventually that becomes enough.
You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?
You can't buy a clean conscience.
Where there is support, there is no grief.
When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like...