I live alone,” Knud said, “and I work alone, but I am never truly alone. I do my ancestor’s work. I live the entire history of my country and people.
Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends. The command to pair bond sent ice water through Stevie’s veins. She wanted falling rocks. But she knew what would happen if she didn’t do the talking – her parents would. And if her parents started, anything could happen.
The package contained a collection of envelopes much like the first. They were all blue. They were all made of heavy paper. Good quality. The kind from one of those boutique paper stores. The front of each envelope was either illustrated in pen and ink or watercolor, and they were bundled together with an overstretched rubber band that had been doubled around them.
Think about what you could be stopping – someone who uses racist policies to hurt or kill people. Someone who could do untold damage to the environment. Someone who could start an illegal war to distract from his political problems. You know, Vi, that he’s capable of that.
People can’t really sympathize with you properly when you’ve woken them up.
Charlotte had been beaten over the head with a lamp by an invisible man. I was prepared to give her a pass.
No one fixes the world alone.
What do you do when the devil turns up in your living room and offers you everything you want?
Oh, I like it,” Nate said. “Snow makes it socially acceptable to stay in.
Stevie had great hopes for the boarding school dining hall. She knew better than to hope for floating candlesticks and ghosts, but long wooden tables didn’t seem out of the question. Long tables were also featured in so may murder mysteries, when all the guests of the house were arranged, eyeing each other over their wineglasses, wondering who Lord Dudley was going to put in his will or who might have killed Ratchets with the golf club.
No shoe should be judged by its footprint, for the foot has a print of its own.
My grandparents are great people, but they are easily rattled. Like, if the grocery store sells out of some frozen pizza or soup they advertise in the circular, and they’ve gone to the store just for that, they’ll stand there debating their next move for a half an hour.
Stevie had no fears of the dead. The living, however, sometimes gave her the creeps.
Writing is a lot of sitting down... It’s a lot of trying things out and screwing up... It’s either amazing or it’s the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it goes well, and it’s all you think about, and then, it’s gone. It’s like you’re taking a ride down a river really fast, and then all of a sudden, there’s no water. You’re just sitting in a raft, trying to push it along in the mud. And then you’ve become me.
Fine,” he said. “Anything is better than what I’m supposed to be doing.
When she opened the window, a giant moth blew in. It beat a hasty path to the ceiling light and landed against it with a thunk. “I know the feeling,” Stevie said to it.
Hayes had a smile like a hammock – just get in, go to sleep, forget your troubles and cares.
Pumpkins were the watermelons of fall.
You don’t get things past librarians.
There is a mistaken notion that wealth makes people content. It does the opposite, generally. It stirs a hunger in many – and no matter what they eat, they will never be full.