He twisted at the waist and stretched out on his side. “You’re a bit crazy. You throw apples in people’s faces when you’re angry. You go off half-cocked half the time. It entertains me to no end. So if you are irrational, I hope you stay that...
I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?
You must stay away from the one who brings nothing but heartache and death. Do you hear me? He brings nothing but death. Always has.
The poverty of the villages is almost picturesque from the windows of a coach that is not stopping.
I've never thought there was anything I could hope to get by praying for it.
I prefer true over happy now.
Ever since I’ve met you, I’ve wanted to break every rule.” Aiden turned away, the muscles in his neck tensing. He sighed. “You’ll become the centre of someone’s world one day. And he’ll be the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth.
Aiden was gone. Like Caleb, but in a different way. I'd lost both of them.
I was about thirteen when I started letting boys feel me up.
Our stories are what we have,” Our Good Mother says. “Our stories preserve us. we give them to one another. Our stories have value. Do you understand?
