If she watched me any closer, she’d turn into the Eye of Sauron.
Do you know why it is that, even today, women are counseled to scream “fire” instead of “rape”? Because the fundamental truth about humanity is that most people would rather look away.
Your husband is dead because you killed him,” the professor said, stunning me into silence. “You are not what Simon Shaw thought you were,” he added softly. My eyes brimmed with tears. “And what was that?” “A cure.” “So, what am I?” His gaze dropped. “A disease.
I waged my heart on you and lost, again and again and, but still I would do it. I could never bet on anyone else.
The villain is the hero of her own story. No one thinks they’re a bad person. Everyone has reasons for what they do.
I’m mourning the loss of someone who never existed.
I love the person I am with you. You recognize somebody in me who I want to be, who I wish I were, and I am him when I am around you.
Then the only way out is through,” Jamie said, and Stella started the truck.
You have her smile,” people said, and I remember looking into the casket at her face, wondering if that meant I’d taken it from her, and the wave of guilt descended on me.
Rows upon rows of books, lining built-in shelves that stretched from the floor to the ceiling.
This. You. Are enough.
I didn’t know enough to hold myself back. Now I was too aware, hyperaware, and so the fear chained me.
Anyway, there’s some fuckery afoot, clearly, but I don’t think you’re possessed.
I feel like I’m going to catch hepatitis just standing here.
Don’t. Don’t ask me why. It’s annoying. I want to. That’s it. That’s all. So let me.
A half-truth is a whole lie, my mother says.
People are so over-connected that they are completely disconnected.
I was looking at a ghost, a shell, a stranger.
You don’t get what you do for him. You’re like his manic pixie dream girl or something.” Jamie thought for a second. “Actually, more like his psychotic demon nightmare thing, but whatever. You get my point.
Something inside of me began to tear.