Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
Humans are vulnerable, because they’re capable of being hurt.
Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
You smell good, too,” said Patch It’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.” Naked. I know the drill.
All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
Before I forget, here's your homework. Where do you want me to put it?" She pointed at the trash can. "Right there would be fine.
What good is a body if I can't have you?
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel.
Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.
You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go." "Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.
If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.
Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.
If nobody said anything unless he knew what he was talking about, a ghastly hush would descend upon the earth.
I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
Be comfortable with who you are', reads the headline on the Hush Puppies poster. Are they mad? If people were comfortable with who they were, they'd never buy any products except the ones they needed, and then where would the advertising industry be?
Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.
She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
I like the evening in India, the one magic moment when the sun balances on the rim of the world, and the hush descends, and ten thousand civil servants drift homeward on a river of bicycles, brooding on the Lord Krishna and the cost of living.
She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!" Patch grinned, "I can fly.
The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.
Killer skirt, deadly legs.
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