I made so many promises when I arrived here.Now I'm not so sure. Now I'm worried. Now my mind is a traitor because my thoughts crawl out of bed every morning with darting eyes and sweating palms and n...
I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.
His smile is laced with dynamite.
Dear, sweet, beautiful girl,
Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles
Juliette." I close my eyes. He says, "I don't want you to call me Warner anymore." I open my eyes. "I want you to know me," he says, breathless, his fingers pushing a stray strand of hair away from my...
Is it possible to love someone and then stop loving them? I don't think I even know what love is
JulietteI inhale too quickly. A stifled cough is balloning in my throat. His glassy green eyes glint in my direction. Are you not hungry? No, thank you.He licks his bottom lip into a smile. Don't conf...
I'm beginning to think of hope as a dangerous, terrifying thing.
And I don't know much about anything in this world but I do know how to read The book written in his eyes. The way he looks at me.
I'm in love with you.""Good grief." She kept walking.
Beautiful enough to lure in prey, he said. Strong enough to clamp down and destroy, he said.
Sometimes a book isn't a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.Sometimes it's the only story you knew how to tell.
I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.
The Sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. The Moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and d...
we write every day, we fight every day, we think and scheme and dream a little dream every day. manuscripts pile up in the kitchen sink, run-on sentences dangle around our necks. we plant purple prose...
So,' he says. 'When's the big day? Have you set a date yet?''What?' I startle. 'For what?''For the day you're going to stop being such a dumbass,' he says shooting me a sharp look.'Oh.' I cringe. Kick...
The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.
