the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.
I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you to keep in, and the kind you don't to let out.
I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.
We look for pretty girls we can say bad things to. No one shows up.
I love you, baby girl. When you’re sad, I am too.
She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for him years later.
It is agreed that 'girls take more bringing up' than boys: what that really means is that girls must be more relentlessly supervised and repressed if the desired result is to ensue.
Without knowing it the girl was arguing on the side of the world's expert criminologists, who hold that to destroy an offender cannot benefit society so much as to redeem him.
You can put the girl in a relationship...," I began, putting my arm around her. "But you can't take the boy-crazy out of the girl," Cassie finished.
For are we not, all of us, wand'rers and strangers; and do we not, all of us, travel in danger or voyage uncharted seas?
Molly wondered if these boys really loved baseball, the sound and smell of it, the rhythm of it, the leather and wood, the grass and dirt, the story and surprise in a good game.
If you ever look sideways at another man or attempt to refuse me I shall beat you. Got it?
You think I pretend weakness?" She nodded. "Not weakness, but you like to let others think they're in control, when it's you.
Sometimes Midas suspected that life was a film with subliminal messages. Things would move along with an acceptable degree of predictability, then be punctuated by some horrible childhood memory.
Dear Government... I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.
From a purely physical standpoint she didn't have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.
Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into cab, every runner along the river,every motorcycle coming and going.
Shadows were too black, and when a breeze stirred the trees, the shadows changed in a disquieting way.
Because the bag is full of colours - starbursts and wheels and whorls of dazzling brightness that are as fine and complex in their structures as the branch is, only much more symmetrical. Flowers.
What does she want to be? A green girl doesn't like to consider this question. She is waiting around to be discovered just for being herself.
Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle like a game of go. I will take hold of all the pain and snuff it out.
