Hers were the pale gray that made you think of nightfall and silver bullets and the edge of winter. The color that filled the sky before it was torn in half by lightening.
Here I am, wasting away inside a book I wish I could escape, and all she wants to do is stay in the story. If I could talk to this girl Delilah, I’d ask her why on earth she would ever trade a single...
He called dreams a 'royal road' into the unconscious, made up of all forbidden wishes you had and you wished you didn't
Happiness was relative
Goldfish get big enough only for the bowl you put them in. Bonsai trees twist in miniature. I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them.
God, what we done? It didn't really matter. Piper had been the kind of friend with whom I didn't have to fill in the spaces with random conversation. It was okay to just with her. She knew that some...
Fuck them all. I ought to have that tattooed on my forehead, for all the times I've thought it.
Frankly, people don't make sense to me.' I nod in agreement. 'Frankly, people don't make sense to me either,' I say.
Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.
Forgiveness is spiritual. Punishment is legal. They’re not mutually exclusive.
Everyone would remember Peter for nineteen minutes of his life, but what about the other nine million? Lacy would be the keeper of those, because it was the only way for that part of Peter to stay ali...
Every life has a beginning, a middle, and an end; dissect history and you’ll see the word that defines it as a tale, a narrative.
Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes.
Even the most beautiful things can be toxic.
Energy can't be destroyed, only converted into something different. So when a person dies, where does that energy go?
Doubt is like dye. Once it spreads into the fabric of excuses you’ve woven, you’ll never get rid of the stain.
Don't go fighting my battles for me.
Does fate ever play by the rules?
Do you know what it's like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you've got nothing left to give-and then realize that it still isn't what they need?
Do you know how, when you are on the verge of a breakdown, the world pounds in your ears; a rush of blood, of consequence? Do you now how it feels when the truth cuts your tongue to ribbons, and still...