Anna:I have a new city to learn next year, but I’m not scared.Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t place. It’s a person.And we’re finally home.
Anna es la única persona que le llama por su nombre. El resto de nosotros lo llamamos por su apellido. St. Clair. No estoy segura de por qué. Es sólo una de esas cosas.
We have everything to say.And where do you begin with everything?
Lees un montón.-Es más seguro que embarcarse en una aventura de verdad.
Anna Oliphant Etienne St. Clair SAVING YOUI'm teleporting to Atlanta.I'm picking you up,and we'll go someplace where our families can't find us.We'll take Seany. And we'll let him rup laps until he...
Its easy to talk about things we hate, but sometimes its hard to explain exactly why we like something -Anna
Zeke doesn’t talk, said Lena. Why not? asked Arlo. Lena shrugged. He never said. She pointed to the front of the crowd. Brice is about to start.
You’ll be so easy, Rashmi said. Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti? ‘Oh, do me, Marco!
You'll come home soon? I ask.The question makes him smile. Promise you won't forget me while I'm gone?I smile back. I promise.And as I walk away, I realize that I have no idea how I'll manage to stop...
You only have one chance to make a first impression.
You know, I've heard you actually have to have sex to get pregnant.
Why doesn't he have the same effect on them that he has on me? Don't they see him?
Where in the bloody hell did that come from? asks the other person behind the counter. Or more precisely, on top of the counter, where her ridiculously attractive, English-accented boyfriend is perche...
What...what about when I'm married?We'll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.
Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.
Toph kicks over the microphone stand in a grand,asshole gesture,and the three of them jump off the stage.It's a little less dramatic when they have to come right back to take apart their stuff before...
The senses have their limits, and we can never know how short they fall in revealing to us the truth of a vision, a scent, a sound.
The moon is fat, but half of her is missing. A ruler-straight line divides her dark side from her light. She hangs low over the bustling Castro, noticeably earlier than the night before. Autumn is com...
The lines are careful. They reveal he pays attention. People don’t think he does, because he daydreams and skips class and neglects his homework, but when I see his drawings, I know they’re wrong.
The door opens with a rusted jingle, and an animatronic Santa insults my moral virtue three times. Ho, ho, ho.