I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.
I thought of all the ancestors waiting at the water's edge for their stolen children to come home. Waiting and waiting and waiting . . .
I have never heard a more eloquent silence.
I am an iceberg drifting toward the edge of the map.
He says a million things without saying a word. I have never heard a more eloquentsilence.
Don't forget how to be gentle, she warned. Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart.
Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in?
Adrenaline kicks you in when you’re starving. That’s what nobody understands. Except for being hungry and cold, most of the time I feel like I can do anything. It gives me superhuman powers of smell a...
A scar is a sign of strength. . .the sign of a survivor.
A merda de um cara é o adubo de outro.
A kid asked him what his painting was. It’s Venice at night, an accountant’s soul, the blood of imbeciles. Smoker’s lung. Tenure. The inside of a lock, the taste of iron. Despair. A city with the stre...
It's harder to take a punch than to give one.
You promise not to maim me?I promise to give fair warning before I maim you.
Wit is the most dangerous talent you can possess. It must be guarded with great discretion and good-nature, otherwise it will create you many enemies.—John Gregory , 1774
Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For awhile. But then the anesthetic turns i...
I sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring at her, trying to make her look at me. That happens in movies--people can feel it when oother people star...
Freedom would not be handed to us like a gift. Freedom had to be fought for and taken.
Every single day, someone asks Mr. Stetman why we have to learn algebra. You can tell this causes him great personal pain. Mr. Stetman loves algebra. He is poetic about it, in an integral-number sort...
Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge ofthe blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.
But they are so cute. And they cheer on our boys, inciting them to violence and, we hope, victory. These are our role models — the Girls Who Have It All. I bet none of them ever stutter or screw up or...