¿Es que en ese colegio tuyo no te enseñaron a abordar una investigación?- No. Pero sé recitar el «Himno de batalla de la República» mientras hago martinis.- Lloro por el futuro.
La línea entre la fe y el fanatismo está en constante movimiento -respondió el profesor- ¿Cuándo se convierte la fe en justificación? Cuándo se transforma el derecho en lógica y la cruzada en delito?
Writers are also sort of like vultures, but with fewer ethics.
¡Está celoso! Kartik está celoso y Simon me ve...apetitosa. Me siento complacida. Y desconcertada. Pero sobretodo complacida.
She told Mary Lou about the curse that had plagued the women in her family for generations. Wild girls, they were called. Temptresses. Witches. Girls of fearless sexual appetite, who needed to run wil...
You're special.I'm special.The whole world's special, so don't you forget it.The universe wants usAll to be happy,Full of smiles and all that stuff,All that stuffThat's happy and smiley.So get happy,...
You want to know what pain is? Try running out of Advil when you’ve got a Category Five period. I’ve had cramps that would make grown men beg for a bullet between the eyes.
You must be the change you want to see in the world.
You have been deceived. Spiritualism is no more a science than thievery. For that's all this is--very skilled dodgers stealing money from the bereaved for a little glint of hope. People see what they...
You have a steady fella? Sam asked after a bit. No fella can hold me for long. Sam gave her a sideways glance. That a challenge? No. A statement of fact.
You evah hear of a magic screw?'I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.
You can’t blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister? Sam’s grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floo...
Why was there so much silence between men?
Why was his grief more powerful than his love? Why couldn't he find it within himself to fight back?Why am I not enough to live for?
Why must we die when everything within us was born to live?
Why does it always seem that I have only the shadow of my father? I'm like a child constantly grabbing at his coattails and missing.
Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are doing right and just in their actions.
Why do I feel this response makes Kartik much like governesses who tell their charges grisly fairy tales before bed and then expect them to sleep peacefully through the night?
When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear,
What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.