Hey Susie Derkins, is that your face, or is a 'possum stuck in your collar?
The tiny space, the toilet, two hundred strangers just a few inches away, it's so exciting, the lack of room to maneuver, it helps if you're double-jointed. Use your imagination. Some creativity and a few simple stretching exercises and you can be kn...
Obviously life was a mean girl, and she was its bitch.
Holy Crap, Kaitriana you are one wicked Witch.
Felicity was horrible and snide, but then Felicity had been a repulsive earwig ever since she first grew a vocabulary.
Fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches, your Grace. That’s my motto.
How are you? My father could say this quicker than anybody. He was always the first to say how are you, provided the occasion called for it, and he saw his chance. Thanks to this skill, he was made ambassador to England ...
At the bottom of the hill they came out of the trees to a busy street and Antwan said, "We cross here." "Ain't no lights here," Antwan said. "Just look out for the ones trying to hit you. There's a nice-looking blonde-haired female human lives around...
Michael tousled my hair and said, "Remember, no more skateboards, right?" And then this gem: "If you ever break your arm skateboarding again..." He paused, flashing me a dimpled Charles Ingalls grin, which then suddenly disappeared. "I'll break the o...
Now, whatever you do, don't say anything, because no one must know that Liberace is gay." "Excuse me?" I said. "I'm eight. I know he's gay.
Shouldn't we rather recognize that each person is a sort of unconscious anthology of all epochs of man; and that he may at times be moving simultaneously among different epochs?
Identity is your role in life, the part you play. Individuality is who you are, and who you are is revealed to you if you can get to complete presence.
Everyone’s perception is different; we all see different things. I personally think you see what you want to see.
Many people hide inside of their “not-knowing” and, afraid of taking the risk, settle for mediocrity in their life. They imitate the same safe, easy life that other people walk. They mistake that for happiness and, inside of it, look for security...
How can something as fragile as a word build the whole world?
When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.
There are no preconditions for jealousy. You don't have to be right, you don't have to be reasonable.
Some people like to bitch, Rose said. Bitching is OK. But for me, I choose a kind of joy -- a lucid compulsion -- a polemical kind of fuck-you-motherfucker joy.
In case of dissension, never dare to judge till you've heard the other side.
I have all these great genes, but they're recessive. That's the problem here.
