You'll probably die if you stay with me,' he told me. 'Then I'm dead either way, because I won't survive without you.
There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.
There are dead stars that still shine because their light is trapped in time. Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist?
Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?
Art is the bridge across the gap between peoples and cultures. Writing is one of the arts that can help link people.
If you were anyone else, your nuts would be taking a long vacation, and the destination would be out of your mouth
Heroism doesn't pay very well. I try to be cold-blooded and money-oriented, but I keep screwing it up.
Time after time, history demonstrates that when people don't want to believe something, they have enormous skills of ignoring it altogether.
I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.
There was not a lot of room for someone like me, who kept the gossip mill running like a hamster wheel.
I’d always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there
God, now she knew what decent men felt like, the disquiet before taking someone for their first time.
The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.
If they ever turn, let them chase me for a while. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be chased by zombie cheerleaders.
If I can face a street full of rabid zombies, I can tell a boy I like him. Right?
A man’s principles are his own. Man starts flip-flopping on what he believes based on outside influences and he may as well run for congress.
This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.' 'Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.
You can take that needle out of my leg now. I'd like to pull up my pants.
The economy blows, or don't you read the papers?" "Who reads the fucking papers? News is free on the internet.
Certain brands of guilt can be inculcated in a secular way but other brands of guilt can only be obtained with reference to the metaphysical.
It must be that I am not made to be a dead man, but these places and this discussion seem like a dream, and not a dream dreamed by me but by someone else still to be born.
