I’m not interested in being polite. It’s false.
It’s just too bad they have to die. They’re totally bangable, you know? Bangable, Taylor mouthed in disgust. She wanted to show this boy another meaning for the word bang, and it involved his head aga...
Idealism is just an escape from reality. There is no utopia.
I feel a tug in the air. The magic. When I look over, Felicity has her eyes closed in concentration, and a faint smile curves those full lips. Suddenly, Lady Denby breaks wind with an enormous crackli...
I don't trust her father than I can run full-steam in a corset.
Could I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?What's the point of that, Miss? the waiter said.Tomorrow morning, Mabel said.
Can we agree to this point? But once human beings have free will, they also have the ability to make choices—and commit evil. Thus, this very good thing, free will, allows the possibility of evil into...
But why on earth? When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear,
But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?
But we can’t live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you. I
But isn’t that strange and wonderful unpredictability part of humanity? Aren’t all of our differences what already make us a great nation?
But forgiveness … I’ll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice....
Ann turns to me. I know she's waiting for some hint of kindness-a kiss, an embrace, even a smile. But I can't muster any of it.You'll make a fine governess. My words are like a slap.I know, she answer...
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.
All the times I say, ‘Don’t see me’? With you, I wish I had an opposite power: See me. See me, Evie. See all of me. There’s a fella who loves you right here. I’m not perfect. I’m a handful. But you kn...
All morning, Spence has been a well-oiled machine of activity. Everyone doing her bit, quietly and efficiently. It's strange how deliberate people are after a death. All the indecision suddenly vanish...
Tu madre y yo no aprobamos el alcohol. ¿No has oído hablar de la Decimoctava Enmienda?- ¿La de la ley seca? Bebo a su salud siempre que puedo.
They talked, too, of their futures, as if they could shape the glittering course of their destinies with secret confessions offered like prayers to the room’s benevolent hush.
You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest of your life walking around in it to see if it really fits. You try on all these different selves and abandon just as many. But re...
You two must be very happy.Over the moon. Who’d’ve thought a regular schmoe like me could land a gem like Baby Doll here, Sam said.