Yeah, exactly. But, actually, boards prefer iron. All that glitters is not hovery.
Writing fairies can get grumpy in a new house, Johari said. Like cats. Mine pissed on the pillows every night for a week after I moved up to New York.
This is life. Right here in this room, with you, is life.
The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.
And over all those sleepy weeks, the dream always ended the same way, with the dragon coming for the princess saying the same words every time.... Face it, Tally-wa, you're Special.
Assisted him? Dylan made the repairs. I only fell and hit my head, from what I can recall. Yes, I make excellent deadweight.
Barking machines! Dylan exclaimed. Didn't I tell you? I've never seen a beastie that couldn't get up on its own. Well, except a turtle. And one of my auntie's cats.Alek raised an eyebrow. And I'm sure...
Sleep is a little slice of death.
She'd never have to cut herself again. She carries a knife inside herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed.
She started spending more time looking out the window than at her own reflection, as is often the case with troublesome girls.
She imagines herself as the long-dead Descartes, staring into his fireplace and building a world in his own mind.
Becoming pretty doesn't just change the way you look, she said. No, David said. It changes the way you think.
Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same is everyone thinking the same.
But doesn’t real love work the other way round?...... You start by thinking someone’s fabulous, and by the end of the piece you realize he’s a monster!
Me enloquecía que estuviera tan lejos, fuera del alcance de mi doliente piel. Pero también había algo intenso en la incorporeidad, como si la distancia amplificase nuestra conexión.
Maybe that was the price of loving someone: you lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.
Maybe human beings programmed...to help one another, even to fall in love. But just because it's human nature doesn't make it bad...
Just remember, the things we write, they aren't always really us.
If is a word that can never be said too loudly
I knew what she was asking, of course. I'd been asking it myself a moment before. But I wasn't sure how you went from dreams to reality without the magic leaking out - or becoming too wild and powerfu...
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