All liberation is loneliness
The devil never gave a gift for free.
Ad-ver-si-ty
The dreams don’t scare me, Abbie said. It’s the opposite. I’m sad to wake up. As if I belong there, in the water, and my bedroom is the dream.
You know everybody has a turn, and you just try to find something interesting every day to make you glad it hasn't happened yet.
His voice was full of authority. Fana hadn’t realized how easy it was to make lies sound plausible. Can
You’re one of those folks who can’t open her heart once it’s been shut.
My mother used to say to me that she collected sorrows and put them in her pocket. Walking around with them that way, by and by, you just learn to carry them all a bit better, to stand up a bit straig...
Your past is your shadow. It has form but no substance, except in the places you allow it to touch you. (
A guard is as much a prisoner as those he keeps from freedom.
Your past is your shadow. It has form but no substance, except in the places you allow it to touch you. Shadows.
How else, except through being alone for a while, could you ever discover who you really are? But
He'd forgotten what it felt like to surrender to the comfort of tranquility.
Is that your lesson? she asked him. I’m sorry to hear that, because you always said just the opposite. Love what you have while you have it, before it’s gone. Isn’t that what you were always trying to...
Your strength is the strength of stones. Suddenly,
When you know someone in the flesh, you know that person only in part, he told her. A man’s teachings are more important than his flesh form. Flesh is an illusion.
Michel, the tight-jawed president of the Black Student Caucus, who called her little sister and would have had potential if he’d remembered to sprinkle in some fun between bouts of righteous indignati...
If you believe it, Khaldun had said, I could never convince you otherwise. If you do not, nothing I tell you could sway you. I am the one who should be asking you: Is it the truth? No,
Typing on a screen isn’t the same as talking face-to-face, Gramma Bea said, prying Fana’s worries wide open. Life is something you touch. Typing is easy. Touching is hard. Gramma
They had to work at it, but they found their common ground. Ultimately, though, their differences returned, and she wondered how deeply they ran. How could she continue to overlook them, when they loo...