The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.
The essence of intelligence was to know when, or if, to expose even the heart's deep need for instruction.
We have to admire the world for not ending on us.
I don't really know what an adverb is. A dangling participle? That sounds really rude. I don't know what character is, really. Plot seems vaguely juvenile to me. It's all about language, it's all about how you apply it to the page.
There is always room for at least two truths.
She's always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing its yours.