If this were a movie, I would bust a secret move so fierce the entire place would be razed to the ground. I'd finish with something snappy like And don't forget my soda, punk while I strolled off into...
If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.
I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.
I mean that she was complicated. Everybody is, Ling said quietly. Don’t erase her like that. She deserves better.
I love you for who you are, not for who the world thinks you should be.
I found her. There was blood everywhere. I slipped and fell in it.''That's awful,' Ling said when she found her voice again.'It was awful. I loved those pants.
I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.
Hold up. How do you have sex with somebody? Adina scoffed. Is she all, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't s ee your penis there'?Tiara squealed and waved her hands. Don't say that word!What? Sorry? Gah! Ti...
He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.
From the elevator, Mabel watched the old woman's bare feet hobbling away, a trail of salt and the lace hem of her nightgown left in her wake like sea foam.
Felicity and I watch the dancers moving as one. They spin about like the earth on it's axis, enduring the dark, waiting for the sun.
Even Evie believed in something, that something being Evie a lot of the time.
Discord need not be an impediment. Differences can bring strength.
Dear, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.
Cuando el mundo avanza demasiado rápido para algunas personas, éstas intentan hacernos retroceder a todos con su miedo.
Corrupt my brother, will you? I'll see you in hell first, sir.
Come on, Father. Stop me. Tell me to behave, to go to hell, something, anything.
But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.
But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?
Blood is thicker than water. That's what they say. But in truth, most things are.