Hot tea, he said, holding the cups. It's just wrong.
Do you ever sing in the car?Generally not. But I am driving a police car.I think people would like a singing policeman. Makes life seem more like a musical. Like Foot-tastic.You can talk for a long ti...
The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up.There was a thing in it.The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human ha...
It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.
I feel warm and reassured, I whispered. He's like Santa.
I miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.
People were freaked out, but they showed it in weird ways. Back home, people would have been weeping and doing a lot of very public group hugs. At Wexford people just aggressively pretended nothing ha...
People always say they can't do things, that they're impossible. They just haven't been creative enough.
Of course I worry too much, Nate said. But I’m usually right. The people who worry are always right. That’s how that works.
Last things were so strange. Most people had no control over of what their last acts would be.
Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.
I love Ginny's expedition!
He's been in love with Miss Gina since high school, but he doesn't really know how to talk to girls, so he's just been...staying around her since then. He just tends to go where she goes.Isn't that st...
Clio realized.
When something happens to me - good, bad, boring it doesn't matter - I have to someone to make it count. There's no point in anything happening if you can't talk about it.
She looks like a jumper to me. Jumpers do that a lot, stand on the edge and stare out. Never kill yourself in a Tube station. Tip number one. You might end up down here forever, staring at the wall.St...
No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong.
I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.
I could envision it all to clearly: Stuart or Debbie finding the dented door off its hinges, lying in the snow. She came in, ravaged the boy, stole plastic bags, and ripped off the door in her escape,...
Go see old virgins! Now ask a strange boy out, you shy, Retarded thing!