You are truly Satan's sequined spawn.
Yeah, well, who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
Why does everyone want to own me? Pippa mumbles. She's got her head in her hands. Why do they all want to control my life -- how I look, whom I see, what I do or don't do? Why can't they just let me a...
Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?
We've got about as much chance of communing with the dead as we do of sitting in Parliament.
We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.
We are made by what we are asked to bear, Ling Chan, he’d said.
We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.
Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I’m not gay, I’m just your emo eunuch. / Gonna smile real shy, won’t cop a feel, / ’cause I’m your virgin crush, your supersafe deal. / Let those ot...
Travel opens your mind as few other things do.
They’re too tired for bathing, but they’re not too tired for dreams. For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. The longing of dreams draws the dead, and the city hall to m...
They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.
There's nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.
There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops.
There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.
The world is a lie...not you and me.
The sun has blessed you, Sarita used to say. Look how he has left his kisses on your face for all to see and be jealous.The sun loves you more, I said, rubbing my hands over her dry arms, the color of...
The photographer had caught her midlaugh, and the defiance of her bared teeth and wide lips gave her face a hint of mischief and forthrightness. The girl in this photograph bet the house.
The mere suggestion of fame and fortune casts a glamour all its own. It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else's fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of thems...
The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and th...