Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

There is no greater power on this earth than story.

Tell my brother to remember his heart in all things. That is where his honor and his destiny will be found. Tell him.

I shan't ever understand your willingness to lie down and die," Felicity bars. "If you won't at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.

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.

If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn’t plan to ask for either one.

I had a friend who said, "You don't have an internal critic. You have an internal sadist."