It had been a thudding bore of a day; rain had kept Evie inside at the museum, where she amused herself by rearranging the books on one shelf according to a taxonomy only she understood.
Is this all you want? Sam asked bitterly. A good time?You’re one to talk!I like a good time. But not all the time.
In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I’m stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie’s list of...
In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are fo...
If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God.
I've been thinking about that book about the boys who crash on the island....Lord of the Flies what about it....You know how you said it wasn't a true measure of humanity since there were no girls and...
I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth.If I were the last man on earth it’d be because you drove the other poor suckers to early graves.
I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow.
I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With boo...
I knew it. You’re an alien, said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. Yes, I’m an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now I’m going to steal your...
I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats.You are officially the most annoying unreal creature ev...
I fear I will always have to chase the things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.
I don't want to have this conversation. It's sunny out. There's bacon downstairs.
I don't understand why he had to fight. He was already in heaven. True. But he wasn't content to serve. He wanted more.
I changed my mind. I don’t want to be an inveshtigative journalist anymore. I want to be a professional rum drinker. There are people who do that, Duff said. He’d barely sipped his rum. Really? What d...
I can't help feeling humiliated for Ithal. He stands at the wall and watches us go, and when we reach the turnoff for the school, he's still there with the mangled flower in his hands, far behind us a...
I can be whatever.You can be whatever.We can be whatever.Whatever, together.
I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.
I am staring into the hissing face of a cobra. A surprisingly pink tongue slithers in and out of a cruel mouth while an Indian man whose eyes are the blue of blindless inclines his head towards my mot...
I am not asking you to understand, Papa. I'm asking for you to accept.Accept what? My decision to live my own life as I see fit.It is so quiet that I suddenly wish I could take it back.