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.
Fine. Whatever. I don’t. Nobody understands your pain, Mae. Because it is so unique! Nobody’s ever loved something so much they would do anything to save it, except for you, Mae. You cornered that market!
My only experience with dances was what I had seen on TV, but it really wasn’t that far off. The theme appeared to be “Crepe Paper in the Gymnasium,” and they had mastered it perfectly.
While it did smash, breaking a bottle over someone’s head requires a lot more force than movies had led me to believe.
Unfortunately, zombies aren’t very flammable, and it went out instantly.
It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.
He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.
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.
You could kill me, Alice, he looked at me seriously. That’s how much you mean to me. As foolish and masochistic as that makes me, you are so much to me that even if it destroys me to be with you, I’ll be with you!
How did I look at you? I asked thickly. Like you had to, like I was a magnet you were pulled to. There was no choice, he said. And when you look at Jack, it’s because when he’s around, why would you want to look at anything else? You love him the way you could never love me.
Because you’re here with me, Jack said. Any night that ends with that can’t be that bad.
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 only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?
I decided to go along with it. If he tried to give me the runaround, I would bolt. I didn’t have time to waste on vague answers and evasive language. Matt and Rhys were captive, and Rhys couldn’t even sit down.
I will make this world a better place, whether they like it or not. That’s the fun of being Queen.
Self-publishing is great, but I don’t want to be an icon for it, or anything else.
I want to be a writer. I do not want to spend 40 hours a week handling e-mails, formatting covers, finding editors, etc.
I’m not a bloody cockroach. What’s all this about? What are you trying to find out?
When I was a little kid, before I learned how to write, I would tell stories.
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.