Besides, things you loved deeply could be lost in a second, and then there was no filling the hole left inside you.
Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world?
Soon I will take all you love and watch you burn. Sweet dreams, Object Reader.
There’s a Douglas Fairbanks picture at the Strand. A swashbuckler. You love those.” Evie closed one eye. “You’re telling me not to lose hope because there are pirate pictures?” “I’m trying here, Baby Vamp. When you’re facing evil, a good pirate picture doesn’t hurt.
Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel beam, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting.
Little clue: wasted on me.” “What?” “I’m into girls.” “Oh. Oh!” Chu said. “Right. Got it. That’s cool. I’ve got a cousin who’s gay. Amy Liu. Know her?” Jennifer laughed. “Oh, sure. I’ll just look her up in the Big Book of Lesbians. We get a copy of that with the purchase of our first flannel shirt.
Sinjin was sitting bare-chested with Petra’s blue feather boa wrapped around his neck and draped over his shoulder. His long dark curls had been teased and sprayed into a sexy mane. Heavy black eyeliner rimmed his eyes. “Am I not gorgeous? I want to snog myself. I’m like a postmodern Lord Byron.” “You put the ironic in Byronic,” Petra quipped. “Well said, luv.
The world is full of dead optimists.
No historians or librar ians were harmed in the making of this book, but some were badgered extensively with questions.
My head kinda hurts,” Miss New Mexico said. Several of the girls gasped. Half of an airline serving tray was lodged in her forehead, forming a small blue canopy over her eyes. “What is it?” Miss New Mexico checked to make sure her bra straps weren’t showing. “N-nothing.” Miss Ohio managed an awkward smile.
Read backward in order to move forward, resisters. The best part? You can find everything you need at your local library. Libraries: serving the resistance since forever. Seriously, libraries are The. Best. Don’t even bother fighting me on this one. You will lose.
Sam’s mother used to say that inside everyone was the chance to change the world. It sat like a seed eager to grow into greatness. The professor could have his ghosts. Ordinary people were capable of extraordinary bravery. That was the only magic Sam knew or trusted.
Evie’s eyes widened. “More interesting than dope and sorcery?
And farther still, in the vast prairies mythologized in the American mind, a figure stood shadowed in the dark, biding his time, a scarecrow awaiting harvest.
Simplifying people was a way of not having to think too much about them, to make them fit into your own story. People were inconvenient, though. Behind the idea of a person you constructed to suit yourself, the people you loved had their own stories- whole worlds going on inside- and you ignored them at your peril.
People will disappoint you, Gemma. The question to ask is whether you can learn to live with the disappointment and move on.
People will be who they are, and there is not enough magic in any world to change that.
I am a lot of things, not all of them noble.
We’ve the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic’s greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit.
It was sent parcel post two weeks ago from Miss Felicity Worthington and addressed to Mrs. Rao, Mrs. Gemma Doyle Rao.