Vronsky meanwhile, in spite of the complete fulfilment of what he had so long desired, was not completely happy. He soon felt that the realization of his longing gave him only one grain of the...

It’s sad that bad things have to happen in order for us to stop and look around.

Honey, you worry too much. Nothing is going to happen, I mean come on, you’re in the house of Mr. Hausefalle, the guru of home security! You’re probably safer over there than here.”- House Trap,...

I’m sorry, Hen. I still have feelings for you. It’s just that my band needs a real bass player now. We’re not a joke band anymore. Okay, sweetie?’That was how Petra Dostoyevsky fired me.

Why is it that when you don’t want to think about something, you can’t stop thinking about it?

It’s funny how one life-changing event could make you forget what happiness felt like.

But love is this really powerful thing that everyone’s got if they’d just learn how to accept it. I mean, come on. If it’s something we all have to give, and if it’s something we...

He wasn’t kissing me like I was going to break; he was kissing me like he thought he would break without this kiss.

People who fall in love can fall out of it.

Kyle must have seen my panic, because when I looked up at him again, his jacket and shirt were off and he was handing me his shirt. The sight of him with no shirt on...

I winked and locked my arm in Carter’s, and we stood there, watching Dean stroll away.”You know the guy’s never gonna give up,” Carter nudged me, letting out a sigh.”We’d have really pretty babies, huh?””Yup....

Well, I see you won. The fruit won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe the apples. Those look like they need some more killing.

Hey Kate, you coming to our show Friday night?” He leaned in close and touched my shoulder. “The guys would love to see you there.””Yes. Yes, the guys would indeed.” Carter rolled his eyes and...

I was about to sit down when Kyle’s hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness of his touch was startling. I looked at him, confused, and saw fire...

I live across the street,” he told me; and, without another word, he turned around toward his house. Then I realized what he’d meant. I’d told my problems to a stranger I would probably see...

The problem with chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to the point where nothing is real.