Idealism is just an escape from reality. There is no utopia.
If I have to look through one more of these, I’m throwing myself off that balcony, he moaned. Let me know if you need help, Jericho said.
What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?
If this were a movie, I would bust a secret move so fierce the entire place would be razed to the ground. I'd finish with something snappy like And don't forget my soda, punk while I strolled off into...
If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.
Sometimes I just want to burn down all the rules and start over,
Imagine living each day and not being able to trust your own mind. Imagine having it lie to you, trick you, tell you you’re worthless or that the world would be better off without you in it. It would...
In Chinatown, a large rock painted with a message— CHINESE GO HOME!— shattered the front window of Chong & Sons, Jewellers. An arsonist’s fire gutted the Wing Sing restaurant overnight; Mr. Wing stood...
In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are fo...
In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.
It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
Oh, honey, of course it hurts! Beauty is pain. But you don't want to look like a troll, do you?
Some mornings, she’d wake and vow, . But by evening, her good intentions would have unraveled. She’d say the wrong thing or talk a little too loudly. She’d take a dare she shouldn’t, just to be notice...
Inside a dream I yearned anewYou appeared, like morning dewMy heart leaped up, no longer blueBut only here in Slumberland...The moon sank low in the morning skyWhy, oh why, must we say good-bye?I'll s...
Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning and there is so much to see.
Is this all you want? Sam asked bitterly. A good time?You’re one to talk!I like a good time. But not all the time.
That's some moonStop talking about my ass, you beast.
Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everyth...
It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.
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