There's no heaven as I had known before. It's just a great universe which is available to be enjoyed by souls who dream about it.
Witchcraft had once been widely used before cursed by the society. I see today the society presumes technology will have a different treatment.
Many people make the same common mistake in life:They give up right before they make it. Don't give up!
Last, but not least -- in fact, this is most important -- you need a happy ending. However, if you can create tragic situations and jerk a few tears before the happy ending, it will work much better.
Locavore?" But before he could answer, I figured it out. "Someone who eats food produced locally? As opposed to locovore, someone who eats crazy people?
Behind him, he heard Ronan say, "I like the way you losers thought Instagram before first aid. Fuck off.
A brick makes an excellent window cleaner, if you throw it hard enough. Before you know it, your window will look so clean you’d think it had been replaced with a new one.
And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.
I lean back on the pillows and look at the corners of the room. When I was a kid, I always wanted to live on the ceiling - it looked so clean and uncluttered, like the top of a cake.
I thought I was going to sweat five years before I'd feel like this." "I wanted it as much as you did. I've just got a hell of a poker face" I smiled, pressing my lips against his.
Forget how long the path to finishing your story. Address only what you have to write today.
To respect the dignity of a relationship also implies accepting the end when it comes. Except in my mind, except in my dreams, where the aftertaste of her still lingers.
A brick could be used to crush the Fruit of Desire and make the Juice of Destiny. Drink it before I lose my erection.
A blanket could be used to stop the bleeding. But dammit you’re going to have to hurry, before I bleed out all over the carpet.
My boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches away. "A idiot," Ally corrects me. "That's like saying 'a cute mutant.' Doesn't exist.
Trying to get stuff straight right at the end when you never cared all through your life. Trying to get into heaven on the affirmative action plan.
Popularity's a weird thing. You can't really define it, and it's not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.
Jules stood up and stretched gracelessly. “Let’s hurry up and pay before she”-she indicated Claire with a flick of her thumb-“sees something shiny and we lose her again.
Is what I did really so much worse than what anybody else does? Is it really so much worse than what you do? Think about it.
I think of Lindsay in the bathroom of Rosalita’s, and wonder how many people are clutching secrets like little fists, like rocks sitting in the pits of their stomachs. All of them, maybe.
A guy and a girl can just be friends, but at one point or another they will fall for each other, maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever.
