Wisdom tells me i'm nothing, love tells me I'm everything.
Wisdom tells me I’m nothing. But love tells me I’m everything.
Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.
They'll be fine, Wickersham said. Practice makes perfect.I had to ask. You running away?We knew we'd make enemies. Other organizations have fire drills; we have oh-shit-someone-found-our-ass drills.
There's always one thing we depend on. And if someone takes it away, all that's left is some story in a history class.
Sure, zombies can be a metaphor. They can represent the oppressed, as in Land of the Dead, or humanity’s feral nature, as in 28 Days. Or racial politics or fear of contagion or even the consumer uncon...
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.
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.
It's just the way things are. she shrugged. It's no one's fault.Or everyone's.
For me, writing's the only thing that's always real. I've never regretted a day I wrote a good scene, whatever else I screwed up that day. That's what's fucking real.
Don't. Shoot. The air is full of hydrogen!
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower. —Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
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...
Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire? Um, maybe?
And what can we conclude from this lesson, Your Highness?Alek glared at the man. We can conclude, Count Volger, that discussing politics while fencing is idiotic.
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.
Alek coughed politely, If I promise to avoid funny business, could you perhaps remove this knife from my throat?
You're infamous, Tally. Everyone's terrified of you. The new system may have made the other cities nervous, but they seem to think my little gang of psychotic sixteen-year-olds is worse - Cable to Tal...
The things we write, they aren’t always really us.