I survive at the edge of friends circles.
Love changes us, but we change how we love too.
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.
She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
I can learn to live with guilt. I don’t care about being good.
She looks honestly upset, but then, I’ve learned that I can’t read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they’re always lying.
Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.
I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.
She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.
You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.
Yeah, the whole family knows. It’s no big deal. One night at dinner I said, ‘Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.’ It was easier for her to understand that way.
I’m the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he’s stolen.
A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.
I did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I can’t. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.
We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be.
His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.
She didn’t know how much she’d been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn’t.
A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.
I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman – taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.