Surely, though, I must have stolen into the future and landed in an H.G. Wells-style world – a horrific, fantastic society in which people’s faces contained only eyes, millions of healthy young adults and children...

We wouldn’t even have wars, if adults followed the rules they learned as children. A four-year old would be able to see how foolish grown men are behaving if you explained the war in child’s...

And all the while Stephen started at me as if I were something magical. Not the ugly way other people sometimes stare at me, like he was meeting someone in a foreign country who spoke...

Come along. Let’s get out of here and go toast to youth and vampires and rebellion.

We were all survivors—every last one of us who limped our way out to the sidewalks that afternoon and spit in Death’s cold face.

Don’t ever worry what the boys who don’t appreciate originality think of you. They’re fools.

Why can’t a girl be smart without it being explained away as a rare supernatural phenomenon?