I couldn’t help it,” I said, knowing how lame that sounded. It was as bad as Angeline’s “it’s not my fault” mantra.

I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors.

It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.

This is politics. People in power never have to play by the same rules.

The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.

Sydney! Stop. Think of something else. Conjugate Latin verbs. Recite the periodic table.

Slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.