People don't save other people. People save themselves.

It was possible to feel superior to other people and feel like a misfit at the same time.

That was the deal basically: catatonia without; frenzy within

girls forbidden to dance would only attract husbands with bad complexions and sunken chests.

All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.

To start with, look at all the books.

He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.