Because the lives you had before-that we all had before-we can never get them back. But there’s a beginning in an end, you know? It’s true that you can’t reclaim what you had, but you can lock in up behind you. Start fresh.
I bet it gets pretty lonely with only your ego for company.
The thing that scares me is that some part of me understands where they’re coming from. They took everything from us, you know? Why shouldn’t we be able to take it back if we have the power to?
If you’re going to knock down my suggestion, you’d better have one to replace it.
You get a good review, and it’s like crack. You need another hit. And another. And another. I know authors are like Tinkerbell and generally need applause to survive, but it’s a slippery slope.
They want you to think that darkness or evil is only something that gets inflicted on you by the outside world, but I know better, and I think the freak does, too. Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.
What I’m trying to get at is, as bad as everything seems, I think, at its heart, life is good. It doesn’t throw anything at us that it knows we can’t handle – and, even if it takes its time, it turns everything right side up again.
But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.
We have no idea, but its not like we’re going to win any awards for normalcy anytime soon. So you get into people’s heads? The two of us can throw people around like toys. Zu once blew up an AC unit, and all she did was walk by it.
He’s just like a stallion. Wild and kicking on the outside, but a heart soft as satin on the inside. Just waiting for the right girl to break him in.
He doesn’t bring many girls round unless they’re part of a job – but also ’cause his smell can sometimes kill kittens.
It’s in our blood to start again.
What good is strength if you have no sense?
He held me against him gently, as if I was glass – as if I could shatter and fall away from him at any moment and leave him breathless and alone once more.
They were never scared of the kids who might die, or the empty spaces they would leave behind. They were afraid of us-the ones who lived.
Because she knows what it’s like to live in a world of black, and black, and the tiny bit of white, but when she escaped it, she didn’t find the rainbow of colors, the dresses, the singing, the dancing. She only found ugliness.
But there’s a beginning in an end, you know? It’s true that you can’t reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh.
A moment later, Liam’s bright blue eyes opened, and he was seeing me. He just wasn’t seeing Ruby.
Breathing him in wasn’t enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.
Maybe we had just gotten too used to being alone – and maybe that needed to change.