Cool,” I said. “You can IM with the Council from campus. Maybe you can command people to do your homework.
Get up guys. We’ve got a visit to pay.” “What are you talking about?” “I am not hanging out with Blake Lazar again.
It was no wonder my love life was so messed up when the most profound and intimate moments were always being interrupted by dire situations
And so, surpassing my own records for dangerous, reckless behavior, I ripped off Sonya's bracelet. "I'm Rose Hathaway.
If you don't have anything useful to offer, then get out of here and let us wait until hunger weakens Sonya." And by , I meant:
Tea at the Ritz is the last delicious morsel of Edwardian London. The light is kind, the cakes are frivolous and the tempo is calm, confident and leisurely.
story telling is not a career, it's a calling. I've been writing true and compelling news my entire professional life. My novels are packs of lies
What is necessary, he explains, is an understanding that the youth are not the Other. It is being able to see your humanity reflected in them.
Health, wealth, happiness, live long and always prosper, have families and also friends, let them be lasting in me forever.
She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard.
She had been a teenager once, and she knew that, despite the apparent contradictions, a person's teenage years lasted well into their fifties.
Aye, though he loved her from his soul with such a self denying love as woman seldom wins; he spoke from first to last of Martin.
Don’t be stupider than you need to be, I remind myself. Remember Calease? The last glowing girl you talked to tried to kill you.
I hope people of the future will remember my books for being burned, and I challenge an elite few to imagine the embers of the last copy.
Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.
Dad's romances could last anywhere between a platypus egg incubation (19-21 days) and a squirrel pregnancy (24-45 days).
We do not, after all, deal in truths, only potentialities. Too much truth can be worse than death, and last longer.
I had some good sex last night. How do I know it was good? Because I was participating, and not just a passive spectator and photographer.
People tell me I have a winning smile, but it’s just not true. My grin took silver at last year’s Facial Expression Olympics.
This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. That word is love." (Sophocles) by Adam Harford, Duke of Harford, from the last page of "Sophie's Salvation
