Any good world would allow for us to have free will, yes? he continued. Can we agree to this point? But once human beings have free will, they also have the ability to make choices - and commit evil....
A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have...
You don't notice the light without a bit of shadow.
With no plan of escape in sight, I've been resigned to the life of a cosseted young lady of London society as Grandmama and I pay calls. We drink tea that is too weak and never hot enough for my likin...
There's no such thing as hideously ordinary. If something is hideous, it's automatically extraordinary. In a hideous way.
The world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplaced their combs, and yet you were supposed to fall at their feet? Un...
Sorry for all the pain and loneliness and disappointment. But there is this, too.
She was tired of being told how it was by this generation, who’d botched things so badly. They’d sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then they’d se...
She dances a little jig. This would make one hell of a TV show, huh? Yeah. But no one would believe it. I should let it go. But it's like the hole, like the door, and I have to know. Or at least, I ha...
Quick answers often lead to quick regrets.
Marlowe grinned. That so? I couldn’t disagree more. Is that Nietzsche talking? Ah, the Germans. We have a factory in Germany, you know. Actually, Germany is a fine example, so let’s take Germany: They...
Life is too short not to be who you are
Kartik feels like a country I want to travel—vast, dangerous, and unknown.
I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.
I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A terrible emptiness settle...
I love myself. They make it so hard for us to love ourselves.
I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
Hasta la vista, bitch.
Go on, darling, she said, batting her lashes. Tell them the rest. Riiiight, Sam said, suppressing a smirk.
Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds.