He comes in through people. People who love us anyway. They jump right into the chaos with us and try to help us make sense of it. That’s what mercy is…it’s choosing to help, or...

It’s hillbilly urine; we had better get home before they come to eat us.” Kevin said pointing towards home proving if there was ever any doubt that he had no acting ability at all. (The...

…their voices are quieter than the other groups around them, but their body language speaks volumes.

Maybe love, unfathomable love, was too much for people, so they had traded it for something easier.

Is that you, as big as you are, know how to walk gently on this earth.

Hmmm. What you’re saying is that you’ve never been kissed?” He picked at a string on the blanket under us.

The ragged curtains were reaching out across the room and the foot of the bed was soaked with rain. She got up and closed the window to protect her from the storm outside. However, there...

Authors do not choose a story to write, the story chooses us.

It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful.

Okay, news flash. Jealousy is not something I enjoy. I hadn’t felt it much before. But I’d also never been in love. And I’d never been 3,300 miles away from the girl I loved while...

No one will say it to my face, but it’s so obvious they think I actually murdered Gavin. As if I would actually want to hurt the guy I was in love with. Still, I...

Sure looks like that’s working out well for you,” I say, piercing him with a scornful look.

It’s too dangerous…I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to him. I wouldn’t be able to bare it. Forgiveness would be out of the question; beyond my ability. I would never...

It wouldn’t be real love if there weren’t the possibility for another response to him. If we couldn’t choose not to love him, then our love would be empty. That’s why there’s evil in this...

I found I could only glance at him for tiny moments and then I had to look away. He was perfect enough to hurt my feelings for a long time, and I wanted to let...

In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading...

It was like I couldn’t think of any words. Now I can think of about nine million.” “How many words are in the English language?””Not the point.

If he looks at me like that again Dottie will need a bucket and mop to get me back to my room.

Camus and Henry waved to me from that muddy truck. They both wanted me to get over myself.So, this was me, getting over myself. And it was about time.

Leave my dad out of this.

They say love is blind…but it isn’t. Love is perfect sight. Love is the ability to see a person, I mean really see him-his strengths, his weaknesses, his flaws, all his past triumphs and mistakes-and...

How do you bear it?” Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking up.” Something in...

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were...

The first thing I needed, possibly the only thing, was to kiss her and I did, for as long as I could. I let us both breathe for a minute, and I perched her on...

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don’t even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don’t even have...

A blank canvas…has unlimited possibilities.

This, Sebastian is no mere purse. And, you shouldn’t call a handbag a purse…..a bag, on the other hand, is meant to be seen.

New rules—we needed new rules. No one opens the main doors but me. No one leaves the property without me. No one goes outside without letting me know. I had these horrible images in my...

I’ll never be able to give you smart answers about why we suffer, but I can come into your world and try to be some kind of help to you.

Happiness comes in many forms. Whether through a passion for something or someone, it makes no difference. The results are the same: you live.

My emotions are spiraling out of control. I never promised I would be logical at a time like this!

I was a rule-follower. I obeyed all forms of authority. I had never before encountered a situation where the authority was clearly wrong and I had to stand up for what was right.

It’s the only part of a person I really want to capture. Everything else seems to get lost in layers of deception or defensiveness. But not kindness. You can’t hide it. And people either are...

I like her just fine, but you should watch yourself around her. Tennyson is given to obsession, and her obsessions tend to run toward trouble. It’s kind of a Wyoming thing to push the whole...

The throbbing shimmy spread through my hips and thighs. I could have sworn my body started to glow as if light were shooting from my fingertips and each strand of hair.

Don’t you want to get well? Come on, Portia, this won’t be forever, mate: Dad’s confident, everyone’s behind you. Remember,’ I gave her an encouraging punch on the arm, ‘you’ll never walk alone, even if...

All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.

Dear God, Meg, you’re glowing. Sit and tell me about this boy. He let you borrow his jacket? That’s so adorable.” Instead, I came off the high of that day by writing a letter to...

You okay?

Somebody who screwed up a lot.

We’re enveloped in pitch black. “Wait here,” I whisper.”Are you getting your ax?””Handcuffs.””Kinky. But, okay, I’ll try it.

A book can take you to another land, even if just for a few hours. –Cat Spydell

I couldn’t stop crying because it was so intimate, in that way I always thought being physical with him would feel. If someone had walked in they might have thought Henry was barely touching me....

You were that little girl.

There’s no way I would forget that.

I feel like this is a horror story. That’s how scared I am right now.”Don’t be scared.””That doesn’t help.

In the end, every person’s life is a tough act to follow.

I reached down and picked up a baseball bat at my feet and I flung it as hard as it could. It circled and arced high in the air until it slammed against the side...

My brother died because someone was jealous.