Ouch. Cursing—not so dashing.
I walked inside Macy’s and faced the pathetic spectacle of a department store full of shoppers, none of whom were shopping for themselves. Without the instant gratification of a self-aimed purchase, e...
Beneath the water, I can know her. She was fierce, uncompromising. When she loved, she loved deeply, passionately. She loved the blue-eyed water god. She owned him. His heart.But then she felt betraya...
Who's Jessie?My YugoYou have a name for your Yugo? Please don't tell me you're one of those guys who also names his dick.Unfortunately, I've yet to find the perfect name for mine, so it's in this neth...
The Secret tactic of a good hard bargainer is know when to compromise.For instance.
My brother, Langston, said, Lily, you don’t understand because you’ve never been in love. If you had a boyfriend, you’d understand. Langston has a new boyfriend and all I understand from that is a sor...
Lily was mittens and hot chocolate and snow angels that lifted from the ground and danced in the air. She said she loved winter, and I wondered if there was any season she didn’t love. I worked hard t...
It’s like nothing else exists in the world right now except him, me, touching, exploring, longing, needing, sharing, having. So much for my straight-edge vow, because I am drunk on our ing’s.
It is possibly true what Grandpa’s buddies have repeatedly told me: Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.
Game over, you say, and I don’t know which I take more exception to—the fact that you say that it’s over, or the fact that you say it’s a game. It’s only over when one of us keeps the notebook for goo...
Cinderella! Dov cried. Let down your hair!
You bookish little pervert.
What else could I be? If I were a mono-thinker, I probably wouldn’t be an insomniac. How is a poly-thinker supposed to fall asleep, and more importantly, stay asleep, when thoughts just won’t stop dar...
Well what's in your Amazonian hope chest?
We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?
There’s no such thing as ready, she says. There’s only willing.
She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I’ll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal. It’s Christmas, Dashiel. Can’t you give that atitude a rest? Merry Christmas, Dad. An...
I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against t...
From a distance, a clone's luminous eyes are meant to draw in humans and make them feel safe. Up close, the eyes appear hollow. Because of that, humans tend not to look into our eyes too closely, whic...
He pauses a moment to reflect on the F-word. 'Sometimes I think it's an idea that enslaves us. We're never free from hungering for the notion that we can even have freedom. When perhaps it's the very...