A story unwritten is without beginning or end. But in its potential lies another story; and in the heartbeat before pen meets page, both stories exist at once, reflecting endless permutations of the o...
That's how it started: a series of small hurts and excuses between two people that built up slowly, widening over time to form a vast and yawning divide.
Most creatures run when they sense danger. People grab a six-pack and a folding chair.
I was afraid and knew I had every right to be, but he had awakened a part of me that no longer cared.
You would do well to guard your tongue, lest it be stricken from you.
Knowledge is a rope, and you're weaving a noose out of it. Leave some slack for the enemy.
I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want. But I'm also not going to take a vow of chastity and pine away for you, or whatever the hell it is that men do in romance novels these days. I...
All lines are gray in the dark.
What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things?
Hatred is as easy as slipping on a well-worn woolen cloak. If only it provided the comfort of one.
I was cyber-bullied before all those Myspace-related suicides, so my school principal wasn't really impressed when my mom complained about what was happening to me on my Xanga blog and on AIM chat.“Ge...
People say hate is like a poison — but they're wrong. It's like a drug. You never forget your first hit, how it seduces you with its strength and power, and takes you completely by storm. It colors yo...
Too bad. Game over. Insert new fucking quarter.
Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.
That's not cruel. This is. You come here in the middle of the night, expecting me to be awake, and ask—no, demand—me to give you things that belong to me as much as they belong to you. Never mind what...
I wasn't a complete bastard. If she liked to think she saw good in me, if she wanted to take credit for it, I'd let her. She deserved that much.
This softening she sees in me isn't enough to make me affectionate, but it's just enough to render me inept. I can't give her what she wants — virtuousness — or what she needs — protection.
No. I made that choice. I let all that anger and pain get twisted up in my thoughts for you.” He leaned in. “It fucking kills me. Every night. I relive what I did to you every night.” His forehead res...
You can lie in any language on earth, and body language is no exception.
Time can be as fluid as water, and never in the way you'd like; it slows down to a standstill when you wish you could get things over with, and rushes by in a blur when you wish things would last.
