He thought moving to a small town would allow him to find a way to get along to some extent but people were just plain idiots.
They don't understand it. They're not old enough to know the first instinct of irritation should be avoided in order to keep an open mind.
I'll be a lady tomorrow
My confidence was of the hothouse variety, carefully cultivated under highly regulated conditions. One wrong look, one mean comment, and my facade would wither.
Jacob: "Let her stare." Terra: "What?" Jacob: "Yeah most of the starers are just curious. Smile back. That's what I used to do.
As much as some people would like to believe, for their own peace of mind, that the appearance of evil in this world had a clean cause, the truth was never that simple.
Zeb was kindergarten teacher--a good one. I always thought it was because he was the same emotional age as his students.
Besides, my drinking blood's not nearly as weird as that time I caught you shaving your legs." "I was curious!
There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.
You know, there are just some things you never expect to face even on this job. A flying primate that shoots fire out its nose is one of them.
You can take my life, but you'll never break me. So bring me your worst... And I will definitely give you mine.
That's how hospitals get you. You go in to visit and before you know it they got a camera stuck up your butt and they're looking' to find poloponies.
Quinton: I think if every person had a Nova Reed in this world, then life would be a little sunnier.
Bumblestripe: “I think we showed them.” Hazeltail: “Showed them what? How much blood can be spilled in a pointless battle?
The two of them simply weren't attracted to just any attractive, eligible man; they were attracted rarely, but when it happened, it was evidently a life-altering experience.
I've given up reading the papers. Since the world's so obviously bent on killing itself, I decided months ago to sit back and let it.
She lied to me today," Archie said. "A teenager?" Susan said with faux surprise. "Lying to an authority figure? Impossible.
I told myself that it took forty-two facial muscles to frown and only four to stretch out my arm and bitch-slap the witch.
What the hell is that?" he asked. "Magic mushrooms." "I've always wanted to try those," he exclaimed. "They sound so cute.
Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her – a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade, always alone.
Not to do as the child wishes would be wrong because he is born on a path, and it would be evil, a crime against nature to make him deny his spirit.
