Whatever they said, whatever they told you about yourself, it’s not true

Yo no sé nada de Dios (…), pero sí sé algo de la tradición. Tú y yo somos gente literal. Sea cual sea la interpretación más obvia, ésa es nuestra verdad. Cuando las iglesias antiguas...

Once, I ordered two thousand lady bugs from the local garden center and set them loose in the atrium. I sprinkled marigold seeds in the ficus planters and put gold fish in the lobby fountain....

Do you really want to know where we come from?” she said. “In every century, in every country, they’ll call us something different. They’ll say we’re ghosts, angels, demons, elemental spirits, and giving us a...

La verdad es que no nos gustan los nombres. Cuando le pones nombre a algo, le quitas parte de su poder. Se vuelve algo conocido. Nos han llamado muchísimas cosas: los buenos vecinos, los seres...

I’ve never been impulsive. It’s always been in my nature to consider things carefully and then decide upon the best solution. Except, sometimes the circumstances change. Sometimes things get so complicated and so bad that...

I wanted to tell her that I loved her, and not in the complicated way I loved our parents, but in a simple way I never had to think about. I loved her like breathing.

All my life, I’ve understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.

In his youth, he was electrified. The stars were moving in his bloodstream. He would not have been cowed by the customs of an earthly monarch. When he loved, it was with a heat and...

What kind of people?”The dead kind. The still-walking-around kind. The reeking, stinking, rotting-from-the-inside-out kind. Toothy and grinning, nasty with the dark and the dust of abandoned strip mines. But none of that was the whole...

Thinking of this friend I had. This friend I loved and keep loving–dead, but never really gone.

My father’s answer was revenge-has always been revenge-and the outcome was just, but not better. Nothing is fixed.

Our whole lives, it was like we were always trying so hard to be perfect – for our families and our friends, for each other – when the funny thing was, we didn’t have to....

People make decisions, and maybe you don’t always agree, but those choices are still their own.

I had only to remember that centuries before, men fell in battle for the daughter of Troy, that passions carried greater weight than decorum. It took so little to prove that human life and property...

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.

That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.

My father gave me a ruined boy to compensate for the fact that he does not love me. The boy is fragile, broken—broke himself—broke everything.I asked him why he did it. He said because the...

The new mythology of love was that it bent to the fashion of the day, obligated to take the shape of doves, lilies, jewels. This is a lie. Love is sometimes as passionate as war.

Once, my mother told a whole host of angels that she’d rather die than go back to a man she didn’t love.

You asked about love. I don’t know about love, Daphne. I just know I don’t want anything but you. I don’t want to anywhere but with you.

The simple truth is that you can understand the way you are. You can know and love and hate it. You can blame it, resent it, and nothing changes. In the end, you’re just a...

People do that sometimes. Change.

Let me tell you a little bit about demons. They love pain and other people’s misery. They lie when it suits them and don’t see anything wrong with it. They corrupt and kill and destroy,...

You presume to name those who have no name. We are pandemonium and disaster. We are the dancing, gibbering horror of the world.

What’s wrong?” His voice was loud, so sharp that he sounded angry.I knew I should be careful, keep the secret, but I was too far gone to talk around it. My chest was working in...

He is broken in three ways, sometimes four. I count them.-He believes himself to be human, but is not actually. At least not anymore. This is similar to the way he believes himself to be...

From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to...

Did you ever think about boys?’ I say, staring up into the dark. ‘There wasn’t room,’ she whispers, and her voice is unbelievably sad. ‘At first, after Connor, I was just waiting. I was going...

Are you waiting for someone to come and get you?” I whisper. I sound small and thirsty. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he bends his head and kisses me, just once, then let’s me go. When...

Tender,” she said again. “Tender is kind and gentle. It’s also sore, like the skin around an injury.

You can’t keep acting like this,” Lillian says, and for the first time in months, it’s like she’s actually trying to be nice. “Tragedy isn’t this evil thing that came from outer space. It’s just...

You’re terribly selfish, you know. I’ve loved you so long, and it was never dear or precious to you. I might as well have not loved you at all.

I just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better.

Because I was conceived and born and I grew up. I’m breathing and my heart is beating and as much as it hurts ― as much searing, monumental pain it causes me ― I have...

The Cutter leaned toward me, resting his forehead against mine. ‘Fool me once,’ he whispered, ‘shame on you.’ He pressed the bridge of his nose against mine, his breath burning the back of my throat....

Emma, la maestra de la mentira. La reina del “Mi hermano es normal”, “Mi hermano es tímido”. Mi hermano es muy enfermizo, tiene alergias, mononucleosis, intoxicación alimentaria, la gripe. Y la mentira más grande y...

Why does she always seem to think you drive like we’re holding up a bank?”Roswell grinned and rolled his eyes, “Because that’s what teenagers do, right? They also carve swastikas into their arms, steal prescription...

When I press my forehead to his back, the shape of his pain is alluring, almost visible. It forms him, tells him to protect himself, makes him everything he is. He needs to keep it.

He smiles an honest smile for the first time, and the difference is hard to describe but easy to recognize.