The hand that rested on my shoulder rubbed it a bit, comfortingly. Then it gave my shoulder a little squeeze. I leaned into him.Maybe it was that I was broken. Maybe it was just that I was out of my m...
Sometimes, life leaves you without directions, without guideposts or signs. When this happens, you just have to pick a direction and run like hell.
Sherlock said, I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H.Was she an H? Was H hers...
QUESTION EVERYTHING; STAND BACK, I’M GOING TO TRY SCIENCE!; I REJECT YOUR REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN.
I dumped out the bag and found what had been inside was a bunched-up police uniform, complete with the vest.Where did you get this? Boo asked.It's Callum's, he said.What's he wearing?At the moment, no...
My final word: don't follow your dreams . . . chase them. With a stick, or a shovel, or whatever you have handy. Get that [bleep]ing dream!
I miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.
You have to imagine your way through. Never say something can't be done, even if it's weird.
What she didn't display, I noticed, was a boxful of swimming medals.Holy crap, I said, when she set them on the desk. You're like a fish.Oh. Um. Well, I swim, you see.I saw.
We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.
We Deveauxs preferred to talk you to death, rather than face you in physical combat.
Walk really, really carefully. It's not complicated, but if you mess up, you'll die, so pay attention.
This wasn't a position she wanted to be in. And yet . . . yet she knew that she was going to do it anyway.
They weren't pressed together as closely as normal, but his shoulder bumped hers, then remained there. It was very subtle, and possibly even accidental, but it was enough.
The essay I had to read was called, An Essay on Criticism by Alexander Pope.The first challenge was that the essay was, in fact, a very long poem in heroic couplets. If something is called an essay, i...
Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.
Rule #1: You may bring only what fits in your backpack. Don’t try to fake it with a purse or a carry-on.Rule #2: You may not bring guidebooks, phrase books, or any kind of foreign language aid. And no...
One thing, I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. Maybe...don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas. What? he asked, all innocence, as he p...
Idea meets execution. Feeling becomes action. I don't know why people find this idea so hard to get. I mean, you can throw any two people together, it doesn't mean they'll fall in love. Everyone knows...