IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.
If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.
Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.
Me: "All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.
This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values....
Picasso." He whispers like a priest. "Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, moulded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.
Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.
Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.
There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays. When I was tiny we would by a real tree and stay up late drinking hot chocolate and finding just the right place ...
I want to be in fifth grade again. Now, that is a deep dark secret, almost as big as the other one. Fifth grade was easy -- old enough to play outside without Mom, too young to go off the block. The perfect leash length.
Mr. Freeman sighs. "No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!
When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.
I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?
It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.
I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way.... I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself.
Why not spend that time on art: painting, sculpting, charcoal, pastel, oils? Are words or numbers more important than images? Who decides this? Does algebra move you to tears? Can plural possessives express the feelings in your heart? If you don't le...
It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.
