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What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding. "Isosceles," Jack quipped.
Right then, it didn't matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.
Yeah, but they're PURPLE pants," Bobby said as if that made some kind of distinction. "Hence, I'm awesome.
This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.
It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.
There was something almost painful about that, the intensity of being so vulnerable and so intimate with him.
I don't want to be famous per se, but I want to write books for as long as I can. And I plan on writing a lot.
The desperation was coming off you in waves. You were all but begging to dance with me. I am doing you a favor.
Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.
You know what would be fun? Nobody wants to play Guitar Hero. But you can play the Beatles! You loved the Beatles!
If im lucky, i will never have to see you again. Because if i do, that means we are at war, and id have to hurt you
While it did smash, breaking a bottle over someone’s head requires a lot more force than movies had led me to believe.
He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary.
I want to be a writer. I do not want to spend 40 hours a week handling e-mails, formatting covers, finding editors, etc.
As a rule, I don't enjoy being tossed into closets and having the door shut on my face, but I knew he was protecting me.
Sometimes it seems to me that that’s all my life has been, a series of things that I loved deeply that I could never have.
He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.
How had it turned into this? I had lived my whole stupid life without him, and now I could barely make it through the hour.
A vampire is branding girls, okay?" I ignored his refusal. "Something about that just feels wrong to me." "I would hope so.
An oblique angle,” Jack said, and his bout of jealousy was quickly replaced with glee. “Ha! I told you I would work that in!
Finn: I look at you because I can't look away Wendy. Wendy: That's kinda creepy. Finn: I will work on being less creepy then.
I don't care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.
I wanted to show you that it's not all cold and intimidating," Finn explained. "I wanted you to see something warm and beautiful.
And I have two eyes. I’ve seen that little melodrama play out between you and that other tracker. Fish? Flounder? What’s his name?
Travelling is a great time to catch up on my reading. It's hard falling asleep in new places, but a good book always makes it easier.
I looked at him like he was an idiot, but he didn’t notice. Or maybe he got it so often, he thought that was how people looked at him.
What I told you before is still true. I want to know that when you're with me, it's because you want to be, not because you have to be.
I don't need love or a man to complete me,and someday, you'll find that true for yourself. Suitors will come and go, but you will remain.
Sometimes the best course in the search for the meaning of life is to busy yourself until you forget that you don't know the meaning of life
The only consent hinge in life is that everyhin is changing. And that's a little scary, but it means that hints can't be bad or hard forever.
I've always kind of wrote when I wanted to. Once I get the idea in my head and get it outlined out, I usually just sit and write until it's done.
All the stereotypical ‘dude’ geeky things I like are socially acceptable, and all the stereotypical ‘lady’ geeky things I like are frowned upon….
Forever is a really long time, you know? What do you do with forever?" "The same thing you do when you don't have forever." He smiled wanly. "Live.
I'm not all you need, and I don't even want to be. I just want to love you, for the rest of my life, and as long as you let me do that, we'll be okay.
My mom has a tape from when I was, like, 2 years old, talking with my grandma, telling her a story that's really elaborate about werewolves and wolves.
Princess." He smiled up at me, but it was weak. "If i'd known that this is what it would take to get you to hold me, I would've collapsed a long time ago.
Well,I hope you like the ring." He held it out to me, he velvet lid still closed. "My mom hates it." "I'm sure I'll love it,then," I said, and he laughed.
Wendy!” Finn shouted pulling me from my moment with Loki. “What are you doing? You’re married. And not to him.” “Nothing slips by you does it.” Loki asked.
I get that we can't be together. And it's not like I'm so weak-willed that the simple act of saying hello to me will cause me to jump your bones in the hall.
How could you do nothing to him, if you fought so hard?” she asked. “I’m lust and he’s wrath!” he yelled. “I’m a lover, he’s a fighter!” Virtue - A Fairy Tale
I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.
I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.'
But you're the hardest thing I've ever done, and you're also the best. So... I think that's the moral of the story here. Anything worth having is worth fighting for.
This is so weird. They're your brother and aunt." "No, I understand. They're your family too." Rhys said. "They loved you and raised you. That's what family is, right?
At that moment I didn't particularly care if a band of raging marauders tried to do her in,but if there were frequent attacks on her "castle," I thought I should know.
You can't let doubt or fear or guilt eat away at you. You are good and you need to remember that above all else. Love is stronger than hatred, and you are made of love.
Writing has always felt like a compulsion. Even at high school there'd be times when people would ask me if I wanted to go and hang out and I'd sit home and write instead.
Yeah, you're probably right," I admitted and slowly pulled myself out from underneath the covers. "You know, I really wish you'd catch onto the fact that I'm always right.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that you can't live somebody else's life for them. They have to make their own choices, and sometimes all we can do is learn to live with them.
I was always depressed growing up. There wasnt a reason for it, I just was. I was sad and morose. I cried a lot, I wrote a lot, and I read a lot; and that was how I dealt with it.