True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.
They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.
These words have been sanitized for your protection. An adjective and a noun, respectively.
There's nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.
There had been something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer perfor...
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 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...
So, ah, who’s the lucky girl? Sam asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. When Jericho ignored him, Sam grabbed one of Jericho’s Civil War soldier figurines and held it up to his mouth. Oh, Jericho...
So the good people maintained the illusion of democracy and wrote another hymn to America. They sang loud enough to drown out dissent. They sang loud enough to overpower their own doubts. There were n...
Sinjin was sitting bare-chested with Petra’s blue feather boa wrapped around his neck and draped over his shoulder. His long dark curls had been teased and sprayed into a sexy mane. Heavy black eyelin...
She wants me to take what magic I have left and blot every memory of this evening from their minds. To make them forget so that they can carry on as before. There will always be Cecilys, Marthas, and...
She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally’s fresh cup of coffee.
She has a scent that is familiar and comforting, like all the things you wish you could take with you on your travels to make you feel less alone.
Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story?The voice, a faint echo in the cave, belongs to Felicity. She turns around on the rock, faces us, wraps her arms across bent knees, hugg...
See, the trouble with Nietzsche, besides his being a real killjoy, is that he thinks like a spoiled seven-year-old who doesn’t want to share his sandbox toys— Sam!
See, now I don't know whether to be all 'Yay!' because you're empowered or sad because you're having delusional almost-sex with an imaginary boyfriend.
People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense-words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions-words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History
No. It is impossible to maintain a smile in my brother's presence. Monks haven't the sort of patience required.
No me interesa. El amor es un lío, niña. Deja que las demás se vuelvan locas y se hagan ilusiones. ¿Yo? Yo tengo planes.
Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.