This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.' 'Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.
A year ago,' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.' 'A year ago,' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.' I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.
When your mom was not in labor yelling at me, she made me laugh so hard.
Bedtime makes you realize how completely incapable you are of being in charge of another human being. My children act like they've never been to sleep before. "Bed? What's that? No, I'm not doing that." They never want to go to bed. This is is anothe...
So, what do you photograph?” I swallow my wine. “What?” “You know – city scapes, nature, portraits, candid shots...” Boobs. I photograph boobs. “Uhh... people?
Man is able to decide for or against reason, he is able to create beyond reason or to destroy below reason
Kennedy's issue didn't seem to be that she had been in jail, but that she had put on weight in jail. The food had been crappy, she'd told me, and it has been high on the carbohydrate count. "But I'm an emotional eater," she'd said, as if that were a ...
Humans draw a hard line between thinking something and saying it aloud.
...only the philosophical question is perennial, not the answers.
And when you get where you’re going, you darn well better look great!
No matter where you go or what you do to distract yourself, reality catches up with you eventually
…reality catches up with you eventually.
I pretend he doesn’t exist, and he does the same with me.
There don't have to be first dates and second dates. We're not normal. We can do this anyway you want. A relationship can be whatever you want it to be. We get to make this part up. We get to tell our own story.
Dare to imagine. Dare to be. Books are the seeds. Dreams are the soil. The fruit of the harvest, a world reborn.
I'm adaptable. A nomad, my mom always says." Zoe raised an eyebrow. "Your mom?" "Well I wasn't spawned.
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Beckendorf, whose legs were now working fine (nothing like being chased by a huge monster to get your body back in order) shook his head and gasped for breath. “You shouldn’t have turned it on! It’s unstable! After a few years, automatons go wi...
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? Who will guard the guards?
Charlotte blanched. 'I'm only a maid, miss.' 'A maid is still a woman.
For the others, it was still just a tale, like all the tales we told, night by night, tales comical and strange, tales heroic and awe-inspiring, the tales that formed the fabric of our spirits.
