Answer all the questions that I'm too afraid to ask
And once I'm pretending that's the truth, I figure it might as well be the truth.
The love I felt for him was huge and real, and, while painful, it forever changed me as a person,
You don’t know who Nicholas Sparks is? Dash asked. I shook my head. Please don’t ever find out, he said.
You don’t feel like a stranger to me. I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference, if there was a wa...
Wold domination is exhausting and cliche. People ought to just focus on being individual responsible citizens of the earth instead of assholes.
This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan—making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant.
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
She murmured, in that particular Nancy way of hers that grates most when my inner bitch is aching to be let loose, 'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.'My eyes popped open to se...
Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.
Nick is right, the Olsen twins do have a worrisome co-dependent relationship. I understand those bitches, though, I really do.
Many years ago, he owned a neighborhood family grocery store on Avenue A in the East Village.
It's a paradox, isn't it? The people you know the most, the people you love the most-you're also going to feel the parts of them you don't know the most
In the future, I decided I would tackle the solitude thing more enthusiastically, so long as solitude meant I could also walk in the park and pet a few dogs and pass them treats.
If I’m just The Guy With Norah, that’s cool. Right now, that’s all I want to be. All the other things I am—they’re too complicated. I can feel them lying in wait, planning their return.
I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.
I'm not fine. Soon, the tears will come. I can sense them building in the pit of my stomach, coating the belly of candy. They will come when I am alone in the dark, in my own bed, with no one to comfo...
I wanted to go home to the safety of my bed and to my stuffed animals and to my people I’d known my whole life. I had nothing to say to anybody, and fervently prayed that no one there would have anyth...
I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.
I want to be the girl Zhara once was. Hellbeast Maybe I am, already. I go to Astrid's drawer. I take: her knife. In the siding of the drawer, I notice her scrawl carved into the wood. She wrote: To op...