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...
And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.
I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.
Are you saying we're not ravish-worthy?
Here is the world before you. You have only to reach for it.
Aww, Sheba. So you’re working for Evie. Honestly, who isn’t working for himself in this meshuga world? Some people just hide it better than others.
Imagine living each day and not being able to trust your own mind. Imagine having it lie to you, trick you, tell you you’re worthless or that the world would be better off without you in it. It would...
The mural, there were painted lines for the Underground, like scars stretched across the skin of the infected nation. There were wounds and then there were wounds.
Rest. Then speak of what you know. Show them what you have seen. Witness until their comfort yields to questions. Till their eyes cry with truth. Till their ears would hear the voices of tomorrow. Til...
You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?
We’ll have to make the chumps believe it. Moonlight strolls. Staring into each other’s eyes. Sharing the same straw in our egg cream. Dreadful pet names.Not Lamb Chop, Evie protested. That’s hideous.Y...
What is the French word for rain? Le rain? La rain? Is the rain masculine or feminine? It’s such a bother that it must be masculine.
Quick answers often lead to quick regrets.
But isn’t that strange and wonderful unpredictability part of humanity? Aren’t all of our differences what already make us a great nation?
There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!
It was hard to feel safe in the world when you were a girl.
You look very handsome, Papa, I say.The twinkle is back in his eyes. Smoke and mirrors, he says with a wink. Smoke and mirrors.
With no plan of escape in sight, I've been resigned to the life of a cosseted young lady of London society as Grandmama and I pay calls. We drink tea that is too weak and never hot enough for my likin...
For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.
Life is too short not to be who you are
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