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...
I know because I read.
I am dying a thousand cruel and unusual deaths as fifty pairs of eyes take me in, size me up like something that should be hanging over a fireplace in a gentleman's den.
History was haunted by the ghosts of buried crimes, which required periodic exorcisms of truth. Actions had consequences. Will
Crepuscular
And farther still, in the vast prairies mythologized in the American mind, a figure stood shadowed in the dark, biding his time, a scarecrow awaiting harvest.
We're in English class, which for most of us is an excruciating exercise in staying awake through the great classics of literature. These works-- groundbreaking, incendiary, timeless-- have been puree...
I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.
Your mother and I do not approve of drinking. Have you not heard of the Eighteenth Amendment? Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.
Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are doing right and just in their actions.
Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that? Nicole asked. You go on websites and some girl leaves a post and...
We are made by what we are asked to bear, Ling Chan,
We are a country built by immigrants, dreams, daring, and opportunity. We are a country built by the horrors of slavery and genocide, the injustice of racism and exclusion. These realities exist side...
We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.
This is going to make such a great story: How I nursed a pirate back to health and my love saved him, Miss Ohio said with a contented sigh. And then we can have our own reality show about our relation...
There's a lot of foot stomping, clapping, and cheering. I just want to win some cash and find my yard gnome. It's not a lot to ask.
There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.
There is no progress without cost.
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.
Tell him I went to the lavatory, Evie said with a roll of her eyes. Men are pos-i-tute-ly paralyzed by the mention of females in lavatories.