Why did I laugh at his sorry, bedraggled appearance? Because ridiculousness made a repellant situation more bearable.

Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.

Female authors were still using male names when I was young, or they were neatly shoehorned into womens books except for those few that men could always point at when the disparity was pointed out.

Everyone is an idiot," I stated. "Except me.

The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.

When people first discover beauty, they tend to linger. Even if they don’t at first recognize it for what it is.

They're safe,'' he said. "And you're not made of glass". He swept me up in his arms. I laughed. "And I'm not made of glass." He carried me into our room and kicked the door shut behind us.