There is no greater power on this earth than story. Will paced the length of the room. People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense—words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions—words....
There is no greater power on this earth than story. People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense--words do.
There is a particular circle of hell not mentioned in Dante's famous book. It is called comportment, and it exists in schools for young ladies across the empire. I do not know how it feels to be throw...
There are no safe choices. Only other choices.
The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.
The wind picks up. It sends leaves scurrying for cover until a softer breeze blows through, settling them down again as if to say, Shhh, there, there, it's all right. One leaf still dances in the air....
The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only...
The line between faith and fanaticism is a constantly shifting one, Dr. Poblocki said. When does belief become justification? When does right become rationale and crusade become crime?
Taylor clapped her hands three times for attention. Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's...
Spare a copper for our cause? the girl with the coin cup asks, her voice weary. I can spare more than that, I say. I reach into my purse and giver her what real coins I have, and then I press my hand...
Sosie wasn't sure how to answer. Since she could remember, she'd had crushes on both girls and guys. They were person-specific infatuations - Brian Levithan's wicked sense of humour was every bit as s...
She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.
She was chosen,' Mae insists.No, you're wrong,' I say. 'She was only a girl.'...She was gone for some time. You were the only force that kept her from turning completely. That's magic. Perhaps the mos...
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? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one...one was m...
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.
Promise. Don’t misunderstand me—you are quite vexing. He touches his tender jaw. And you hit like a man. But you didn’t cause his illness. That is his doing.
No one had ever said anything like that to Evie. Her parents always wanted to advise or instruct or command. They were good people, but they needed the world to bend to them, to fit into their order o...
No me interesa. El amor es un lío, niña. Deja que las demás se vuelvan locas y se hagan ilusiones. ¿Yo? Yo tengo planes.