And sometimes I just don't want to sparkle.
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 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 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...
Yeah, well, who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
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 should we girls not have the same privileges as men? Why do we police ourselves so stringently- whittling each other down with cutting remarks or holding ourselves back from greatness with a harne...
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...
What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.
We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark...
We're all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they'd like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just...
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...
Una pregunta para la eternidad: ¿está locamente enamorada de mí la dama que tengo a la derecha?
Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.
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’d never discussed how to find one’s place in the world, never talked of fathers and sons, or what makes someone a man. No. He and Will spoke in newspaper articles about ghosts. They conversed thr...
There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.
There is no meaning but what we assign. We create our own reality. I can live with that.