Dead bodies are such trouble,” Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.

He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.

I'm a librarian, not an oracle.

Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?

We are English, and I expect you to behave as such. No more crying.

There are no wrong decisions ― only different ones.