What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.
What Evie needed was a little hair of the dog, but her parents had confiscated her hip flask. It was a swell flask, too—silver, with the initials of Charles Warren etched into it. Good old Charlie, th...
We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen.
We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still got that moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seeping into our DNA. And when our cells get scattered ,...
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...
We take such pains to be polite. We never say what we mean. For all it matters, we could greet each other and speak only of cheese - How was your Limburger, miss? Salty as a ripe Stinking Bishop, than...
We have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.
We are all unkind from time to time. We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that,...
We abandon our backboards along with our decorum, racing for the stairs and the promise of freedom, however temporary it may be.Walk! Mrs. Nightwing shouts. When we cannot seem to heed her advice, she...
To live is to love, to love is to live.
This country is founded on a certain tension. He pressed his fists against each other. There is a dualism inherent in democracy—opposing forces pushing against each other, always. Culture clashes. Dif...
Things aren't good or bad in and of themselves. It's what we do with them that makes them so.
They wish, too, that they could warn them about the gray man in the stovepipe hat, about the King of Crows. For not all ghosts remember, and the citizens have need of warning.
Theta’s hand slid just slightly toward Memphis’s. He inched his forward, too, just grazing the tips of her fingers with his.
Theta sat next to Memphis and watched Mr. and Mrs. Chan laughing about some private joke. They were a mixed couple, and they were happy. No one seemed to be bothering them. But they were also here in...
Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. I’m embalmed. Potted and splificated? Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.
These words have been sanitized for your protection. An adjective and a noun, respectively.
There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.
There is no progress without cost.
There is no meaning but what we assign. We create our own reality. I can live with that.