I've had a fan who made a painting of my face with her fingers. I have put it up in my room. It was sweet and very different.
later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.
I am so happy that I didn't go to school and I didn't have anyone to tell me how to position my fingers on the piano correctly.
When you work at a microscopic level, you have to control every part of your body movement - your fingertips, your joints, the pulse in your fingers.
When it kind of went to 'Street Fighter', where you had to push 13 buttons with all 13 of your fingers and ripped the spine out of somebody, you know, violent games lost the women. Complexity lost the casual gamer.
My father always used to tell one of his dreams, because it somehow seemed of a piece with what was to follow. He believed that it was a consequence of the thing's presence in the next room. My father dreamed of blood. It was the vividness of the dre...
Perseus Jackson, I do expect you to refrain from causing any more trouble. " "Trouble?" I demanded. Dionysus snapped his fingers. A newspaper appeared on the table-the front page of today's New York Post, There was my yearbook picture from Meriwether...
The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story - of course that is how we all live, it's the narrative of our lives, but adoption drops you into the story after it has started. It's like reading a book with...
Fairy tales die hard in the minds and hearts of some girls. Quinn
Rain slips through your fingers as easily as words blow away in the wind, and yet it has the power to destroy your whole world.
The terror takes you. The cage is locked and the curtain drawn. Fingers dance along as blades, carving memories into your flesh that will leave scars long past being healed.
Where is my oasis? Too far from here for me to crawl with these dead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselessly through the grains of sand...
He looked down at my fingers wrapped around his coat then lifted his eyes to mine. 'My tiny huntress, do you know what you've done to me?
TIME Time And how it slips through my fingers Without putting its ring on them, And I remain simply its lover
Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will's sleeve. "You are my parabatai," he said, "You said once I could ask anything of you.
I have a plan." He groaned. "I was afraid of that." "My plans are terrible." "Isabelle's plans are terrible." He pointed a finger at her. " plans are suicidal. At best.
When I want to.” He ran his finger over her lips. “You don’t get a vote, honey.
The principle that the end justifies the means is and remains the only rule of political ethics; anything else is just a vague chatter and melts away between one’s fingers.
What do you want to be then ?" He crooks a finger under my chin,aiming those mysterious slate blue eyes into mine."Unforgettable.
… Shannon’s fingers itched to smash the man in the face. Inside his head he kept telling himself, Keep cool, baby, absolutely cool.
She was extending a hand I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
