Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.
She loved attention. It was like a glass of the best champagne—bubbly and intoxicating—and as with champagne, she always wanted more of it. Still, she didn’t want to seem like an easy mark. “If you must know, I’ve come to join a convent,” Evie said, testing him.
We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark.
She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.
It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.
What kind of person doesn't let you have gummi bears?