I'd like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you're reading Sarah Palin.
You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.
There's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine, are a surprise. They are warm, light as breath, firm as the give of a pe...
The world is full of dead optimists.
Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
No, instead it is the beastly Cecily Temple who answers me. Dead, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.
Memphis's eyes fluttered open. Theta's eyes were wide, and she was crying. 'Did I hurt you?'She laughed through tears. 'You could never hurt me.
I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must.Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.
Goodbye, I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.
I think we should find some kind of shelter; a cave or something.I don't want to do that! What if there's like, a creature living in the cave? Tiara said. Seriously, I saw this show once where these p...
I've been poked and prodded in places I'd always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.
What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?
We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remembe...
The world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplace their combs, and yet you were suppose to fall at their feet? Unac...
The police have asked for my help. There's been a murder.A murder! Oh, my. Let me just change my shoes, Evie said excitedly. It won't be a minute.
The man in the shop peered disapprovingly at Evie through the glass. She pumped her arms and legs up and down in imitation of a marching band, gave the man a salute, and continued her meandering walk...
The colonizer writes the history, winning twice: A theft of land. A theft of witness.
Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
Ohmigosh. No food at all. Tiara sank down on the sand as if the full weight of their predicament had finally hit her. She blinked back tears. And then that megawatt smile that belonged on cereal boxes...
Nobody wants to be themselves. That's why there's TV. So you know what to want and who to be.