Are you?” I said. “Gay, I mean?” -I hoped he wasn’t offended by my asking, but after everything that had happened, I really wanted to know.”No,” he said. “I thought I was for about a...

If Amber kept up her act forever, it would only be a matter of time before the broken pieces of her real self were too small to ever be put back together. I didn’t know...

We come back to the same people to learn something about how we have changed. We want to be assured that we have changed. We so want our pictures to paint differently than they do.

We have so long been subject to external criticism that we don’t know how to react to internal criticism, because whereas the most enduring, positive and sensible response to the former is a united front...

You sure you’re not just trying to get into my pants?” I joked, but I was already trying to figure out what one wears to a detox session in her boyfriend’s dungeon-like bedroom.

I have to get off this elevator.I can’t ride with him, Can’t look at him, Can’t be this close to him. Can’t, Can’t, can’t.

Note to self: don’t throw things at girls.

The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for everything...

Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.

But there is one cool thingabout having a weirdo mother.She works so hard at rememberingwhere she left herselfshe doesn’t have timeto work on me.

Then I suggest you read a little more so you can find the word you’re looking for.” He hid his chuckle behind a fist.

I needed out. The Jeep wasn’t fast enough. I shut it down, grabbed the keys and started running like a bear was at my heels. I couldn’t even see Henry anymore through my tears so...

Okay, I deserved that,” I admitted.

Because here’s a news flash: You might’ve wanted to shelter me, but there’s nowhere you can hide me that’ll keep me safe from what’s inside my head.

Breathing in the scent of his hair, I realized I’d needed him my whole life, before we even met. First, his music and the way he taught me through books and recordings. Then, he saved...

You eat canned tuna fish and you absorb protein. Then, if you’re lucky, someone give you Dover Sole and you experience nourishment. It’s the same with books.

Maybe your unspeakable defects give you power too?

If the Collective was an ants’ nest then Jilly was not only the walls of the nest but also its army, whereas Jeanie was the ants which were scouts sent out to discover what the...

Noah’s eyes held my face. I swallowed hard. The juxtaposition of him sitting in a room full of people while staring at no one but me was overwhelming. Something shifted inside of me at the...

I lived in New York City back in the 1980s, which is when the Bordertown series was created. New York was a different place then — dirtier, edgier, more dangerous, but also in some ways...

There’s only so many times you can fight before the only person you fight for is yourself.

The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It’s a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I...

It didn’t feel like the Fates were looking over me that day. When I glanced up, I couldn’t see destiny’s threads tangling in the sky like the silk of a giant spider’s web, woven by...

Gabe realized he was standing there alone, with a goofy smile on his face. Limping inside, he closed the door behind him, her words still lingering in his mind. Gabe wanted more than anything to...

Suddenly, I can’t move. I can’t speak. I am set in stone, but it’s a glorious chiseled sort of stone.

Meet Logan Jackson, smug, self-entitled, proud, arrogant, trust-fund brat.

I just don’t want to cozy up to the guy whose girl I have every intention of stealing.

When the mind is free, magic happens.

Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other – made up – people’s problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.

My heart thrashes in time with my feet pounding across the cold, hard ground. I can’t run any faster, longer, and yet I must. My life and my family’s survival depends on it.

I don’t want to be a vampire’ she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.-Tana Bach-page 29-chapter 4

If I want to get out of here, I have to be the one to save myself.

He had never seen the ocean before; he knew it only as the featureless blue void between the detailed continents on his father’s old globe. But now he saw that it was anything but featureless;...

Every time I had things straight in my head abouthim, I saw him smile or crook an eyebrow, and all my sensible reasons on why I couldn’t have feelings for him seemed redundant.

Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.

My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.

My life is hard. No one would rob me of that. The clothes I am wearing came out of a knotted up black plastic trash bag from a resale shop downtown. And not the downtown...

No.’ Dorren shifted onto his knees, leaning towards her. ‘This is just the beginning, you’ll see. You are his weakness and you will ruin everything.

I come to oil country with a book about radicals who wish for the end of pipelines. But that’s not what it’s about. It’s the friction point of prosperity and concern, ability and disability, the...

Quit worrying so much about the boards and nails of your life. Focus on the stuff that lasts.” He glanced through the window toward the glowing light of the kitchen where Meg and my mom...

Did you see him eat?

Books in the YA genre, in particular, should use proper grammar because they’re more of an example to young people than adults books are.

I closed my eyes and listened to the occasional chirps of tiny birds hidden in the trees around us, the bubbling of water over rocks down below, cicadas rattling a chorus off in the distance....

Nothing makes you think you might need years of therapy like saying the word breasts in front of your mother.

I like music,’ she said slowly, ‘because when I hear it, I…I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once.

My name is Arianna Morganna Brittany DuLac–you can imagine why I went by the name Ryan.

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

I never get writer’s block. My secret…I have purring cats in surround sound while I write…best white noise on the planet.” R.Rose when asked how she deals with writer’s block.

How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!

Sometimes I think that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at stoplights could only be moments away from disaster. That everyone’s life,...