I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.
How do you tell an adult that maybe everything wrong in the world stems from the fact that she's stopped believing the impossible can happen?
How can you ricochet from a moment where you are on top of the world to one where you are crawling at rock bottom
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
Fuck them all. I ought to have that tattooed on my forehead, for all the times I've thought it.
Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.
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.
Engaging with haters is like rearranging pictures on the Titanic. What’s the point?
Energy can't be destroyed, only converted into something different. So when a person dies, where does that energy go?
Eli had learned long ago that you can stare right at something and not see what lies beneath the surface.
Ein Schatz wird erst dadurch zu einem Schatz, dass du ihn so schwer findest, wenn du ihn am dringendsten brauchst.
Doubt is like dye. Once it spreads into the fabric of excuses you’ve woven, you’ll never get rid of the stain.
Does fate ever play by the rules?
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...
Daddy, you would say, look at my braids. Look at the worst bug bite ever. Look at my handstand, my eggroll dive, my finger painting. Look at my splinter, my spelling list, my somersault, the toad I fo...
Cuando eres adolescente no eres intocable. Eres estúpido.
Crazy girls did this, girls who walked like zombies through YA novels.But.Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood.It hurt, though not as much as everything else...
Cinta bukanlah suatu persamaan. Cinta bukan suatu kontrak, dan bukan suatu akhir yang bahagia. Cinta adalah papan tulis di bawah kapur tulis, tanah dari mana gedung-gedung muncul, dan oksigen dalam ud...