I wanted to make him understand that we shared the details of our lives, because they were the threads that braided us so closely together. And you would have been certain to tell me about a Sabatier...
I'm starved. -JuliHow can you be starved? You just ate a huge bowl of popcorn. -ElspethPopcorn isn't food, it's popcorn. -Vicki
In a way, I was incrediibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).
In The GarretFour little chests all in a row,Dim with dust, and worn by time,All fashioned and filled, long ago,By children now in their prime.Four little keys hung side by side,With faded ribbons, br...
…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.
The two had been together since they were little girls, and so loved and hated each other like sisters.
Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.
When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?
What happened to Tomas Mandray? I asked, the words strangled.I realized he wouldn't have gone with me to save you from Prythian.
Is this your holiday homework? asked Sarah. Don't do it, Rose! And Eve will write you a note to say it's iniquitous to give eight-year-olds homework. You will, won't you, Eve?I could never spell 'iniq...
We don't even know we are brothers and sisters.
This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your frie...
You've finally written it? That's great! She asked me if I'd read to her from it and I said no. Just a paragraph? No. A sentence? No. Half a sentence! One word? No. A letter? I said okay, that I would...
They shared a look, and Tess felt a wave of emotion. How quickly she'd found an affinity with Isabel, a woman so unlike her, they might have been from different species. Only a short time ago they had...
Eternity has a way of letting us all grow up.
If Olivia was like a decadent chocolate-covered strawberry, and Portia a pineapple-and-spice hummingbird cupcake, then Cordelia was peanut butter brittle, still sweet, though with something more subst...
May and I are sisters. We'll always fight, but we'll always make up as well. That's what sisters do: we argue, we point out each other's frailties, mistakes, and bad judgment, we flash the insecuritie...
For a moment we glared at each other, stubborn as cats on the stable wall, full of mutual resentment and something darker, the old sense between sisters that there is only really room in the world for...
I would consider all women as my mother but not all girls as my sisters.
There's something very lazy about the way you have loved him blindly for so long without ever criticizing him. You've never even accepted that the man was ugly.