hearing women singing about themselves - rather than men singing about women - makes everything seem wonderfully clear, and possible
She ran the harder and zagged more erratically, and in the wreckage left from the hurricane the girl misjudged her path and ran straight into the old well. She didn’t even scream.
In the end, I go where I always go when I need information on something baffling, poisonous, or terrifying: the library.
Because I haven't yet learned the simplest and most important thing of all: the world is difficult, and we are all breakable. So just be kind.
In my experience, boys are predictable. As soon as they think of something, they do it. Girls are smarter—they plan ahead. They think about not getting caught.
We girls aren't supposed to fall for the good boys.We are supposed to like a bit of grit in our oyster.That's how you get a pearl, after all.
Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death...
Link says if a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it’s jewelry.
Dear girls, I can let anyone get hurt because in my world, my safety and well-being come first.
Tall and built like a dense forest, Clint's broad shoulders made a girl want to learn how to scale trees. Except me. I wanted to start a forest fire.
Popularity is like a girl in class that you can't ignore. She give you eyes when no one looks then turns to her friends and laughs some more.
Girls can fight with swords, too. Sometimes, even better than men can. They just have to want it badly enough that they're willing to work harder at it.
Are you going to cry when you hand your Evie Girl over to me? You never cry for me. I think I’d like to see it.
Too often, we fall into the trap of preaching the gospel to adults and the law to children: “God wants you to be good boys and girls.” It is not that there is no truth in that statement, but without the right context and qualifica...
Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.
He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.
I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.
Writing a story about a place calls that world into existence. Sometimes, as the author, you accompany it for a while. But even as you write, the characters have minds of their own.
The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.
It seemed to me that Mr. Forrester would approve of a woman who could follow him in conversation and not be baffled by ledgers and currency conversions. I had grossly overestimated him.
Thank goodness it only lasted a minute or so. The inhalant, that is. The sex was rather longer
