The homes here are almost identical, but not quite, full of people almost identical, but not quite.

Whoever invented the spork should be killed.

You are so obtuse!" Brontë says, exasperated. I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

Cowards hide [...] but warriors lie and wait [...] the only difference is whether you're motivated by fear or purpose.

Happiness is not a state of being. Happiness is a vector, it is movement.