Dans chaque fin, il y a un début.

The glow dies down, and she’s standing at the end of my bed–the one who’s been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate with leather...

Reminds us that greatness lies even in the smallest of moments, in the humblest of hearts, and we shall, each of us, be called to greatness. Whether we shall rise to meet it or let...

To each his own magic.

As a journalist, I am compelled to know the answers.””As a girl, I am compelled to protect what’s left of my manicure,” Petra said.

I’m a wild girl from a cursed line of women. I paw at the ground and run under the moon. I like the feel of my own body. I’m not a slut or a nympho...

I change the world, the world changes me.

Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.

Fate determines your caste. You must accept it and live according to the rules.”You can’t really believe that!”I do believe it. That man’s misfortune is that he cannot accept his caste, his fate.”I know that...

The library card is a passport to wonders and miracles, glimpses into other lives, religions, experiences, the hopes and dreams and strivings of ALL human beings, and it is this passport that opens our eyes...

Could I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?””What’s the point of that, Miss?” the waiter said.”Tomorrow morning,” Mabel said.

Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?

I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father-“”The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl.” He sounds bitter and sad.”If the world will not forgive me,” I say softly, “I...

What happens if your choice is misguided?’ I ask, softly.Miss Moore takes a pear from the bowl and offers us the grapes to devour. ‘You must try to correct it.”But what if it’s too late?...

Memphis found his smile. ‘You know me, sir. I don’t wear worry.

He took her face into his hands and his kiss blotted out the sky

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

here’s a side of hurt” lessons and it is never truly acceptance unless it has cost us something to arrive there.Why, you ask? Because, I answer.Inadequate yet true.

I know you adore Father, but he isn’t the white knight you imagine him to be. He never was. True, he’s charming and loving in his way. But he’s selfish. He’s a limited man determined...

So I slap on that smile and pretend everything’s okay even though it’s not.

One could argue that it’s romantic to die for love. Of course, then you’re dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a...

I don’t know why I feel so wounded with Kartik’s obvious infatuation with Pippa. There’s no romance between us. There’s nothing that tethers us but this dark secret neither of us wants. It’s not Kartik’s...

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ’em off for a coupla stones.

In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge...

The wind has shifted to the East. A storm isn’t far off. I can smell the moisture in the air, a fetid, living thing. Isolated drops fall, licking at my hands, my face, my dress....

I’d like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you’re reading Sarah Palin.

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.

There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.

Felicity ignores us. She walks out to them, an apparition in white and blue velvet, her head held high as they stare in awe at her, the goddess. I don’t know yet what power feels...

Pippa’s laugh is bitter, tinged with tears. ‘Ha! Why do girls think being beautiful will solve every problem? Being beautiful just creates problems. It’s a misery. I wish I were someone else.

As a kid, I imagined lots of different scenarios for my life. I would be an astronaut. Maybe a cartoonist. A famous explorer or rock star. Never once did I see myself standing under the...

So, now I’ve been to see a drug counselor who told me I need to lay off the drugs and talk about my feelings, and a shrink who heard what I had to say and...

We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.

I’ve heard it said that God is in the details. It’s the same with the truth. Leave out the details, the crucial heart, and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it.

And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.

I’m sorry, Gemma. But we can’t live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.

Ain’t that a sight? With all the things we know and learn, we still ain’t touched the big mysteries — where we come from, where we go next, why we even her. And when something...

I don’t think you should die until you’re ready. Until you’ve wrung out every last bit of living you can.

I’ve had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.

Centuries of fighting, and for what? I say. “Today it ends. I can’t live in fear any longer. I’ve cursed this power. I’ve both enjoyed and misused it. And I’ve hidden it away. Now I...

I just read this great quote by Junot Diaz, he was talking about true intimacy, and he was saying that it was the willingness to be vulnerable and to be found out. That’s what I...

No, it isn’t, baby. Not by a mile. The world’s only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your...

I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.

You can never really know someone completely. That’s why it’s the most terrifying thing in the world, really—taking someone on faith, hoping they’ll take you on faith too. It’s such a precarious balance, It’s a...

…I do have to wonder what sort of childhood the Grimm brothers endured. They are not a merry bunch of storytellers, what with their children roasted by witches, maidens poisoned by old crones, and whatnot.

In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.

Agent Jones switched to the big screen and a grainy video of MoMo sitting at his enormous desk, a swivel-hipped Elvis clock ticking behind his bewigged head. ‘Death to the capitalist pigs! Death to your...

They have money and position and Ann has none.It’s amazing how often you can be right as long as you have those two things working in your favor.

But Gemma, you could change the world.””That should take far more than my power,” I say.”True. But change needn’t happen all at once. It can be small gestures.””Moments. Do you understand?” He’s looking at me...

But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.