People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.
Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.
Where are the men?” the little prince at last took up the conversation again. “It is a little lonely in the desert. . . ” “It is also lonely among men,” the snake said.
And she thought if you don't have the desire to fight or wait for something there's no reason for being on earth.
Her heart fluttered. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like a lifetime since she saw him last. She seriously felt addicted to that boy.
Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a super-hero." "Not yet," I said.
Sex had been amazing, but it wasn't a magical cure for everything. Damn. Somewhere along the way, I'd picked up common sense.
What’s going on?” he demanded. “The usual, old man,” I replied cheerily. “Danger, insane plans... you know, the stuff that runs in our family.
I opened my eyes and met his dark, earnest gaze. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay now. I'm here I'll always be here for you.
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.
