Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.
A teacher (a good teacher) is composed of molecules of education and intelligence, bonded together by patience and passion.
A scar is a sign of strength. . .the sign of a survivor.
A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces.
I decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.
Clinic,
You never think about the mall being closed. It’s always supposed to be there, like milk in the refrigerator or God.
We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried t...
They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.
The taste of shame smellslike stubborn vomit in your hairlingering no matter how often you was itsometimes you have to shaveyourself baldand start again like a newly hatched chickleaving the faint rot...
The sentences build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point barricade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close.
The fat, pumpkin-colored moon rose, turning bloodstains into shadows. All of the colors of shirts and jackets and uniforms paled to the same shade of gray.
The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up. That's when they can hear us true.
Stupido corpo. Che senso ha farmi crescere i peli e lasciare invece che i capelli cadano?
Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.
Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity. If you're tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.
Sarah wrote to the president himself, Zachary Taylor. He refused. Did that stop Sarah? No! She waited for the next election and wrote to the new president, Millard Fillmore. He said no, too.Did that s...
Picasso. He whispers like a priest. Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, molded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.
One of the seeds has split its shell and reaches a white hand upward. An apple tree growing from an apple seed growing in an apple. I show the little plantseed to Ms. Keen. She gives me extra credit....
Odysseus had twenty years to shed his battle skin. My grandfather left the battle field in France and rode home in a ship that crawled across the ocean slowly so he could catch his breath. I get on a...