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Just once, she'd like to be the exciting one, the girl somebody wanted.
I've had so many bikini waxes, I cry every time I see a Popsicle stick.
Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.
Really, being a librarian is a much more dangerous job than you realize.
What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.
And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.
Naming my favorite books feels like naming a favorite child - impossible.
I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.
If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.
It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.
It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.
But sons are a different matter to a man. More a duty than an indulgence.
Any librarian or scholar will tell you: Close is not the same as accurate.
I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it's strictly sherry.
The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.
True affection and love have a purity which shall always prevail over bigotry.
I can be whatever. You can be whatever. We can be whatever. Whatever, together.
People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.
When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.
It's so laughable that it's somewhere beyond comedy and right into tragedy again.
We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark.
It keeps her purity vacum-sealed to preserve its freshness for her future husband.
The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.
Because you can't keep up the illusion forever," I say. "No one has that much magic.
There is never any turning back Gemma. You have to go forward. Make the future yours.
The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.
The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.
There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.
There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.
Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.
Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It's a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.
Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?
I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.
I am for hockey. I find I should like to hit something with a stick. -Gemma Doyle Trilogy
They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?
There's a lot about discovering who you are and how difficult that is. And it never stops.
- 'Music opens your soul, makes you ready.' - 'Ready for what?' - He smiles big. 'Exactly.
Wow, you're awesome and The universe loves a winner, so the universe must really love you!
I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."
I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.
We have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.
I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.
She holds up a finger. "I'm getting to it. Don't rush a girl in the middle of her exposition.
There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion. Ordinary was for suckers.
Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
Things aren't good or bad in and of themselves. It's what we do with them that makes them so.
Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?
We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?