I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.

Time is a face on the water.

Although emotionally delicate and eminently bruisable, teenagers are short on empathy. That comes later in life, if it comes at all.

By and large... the good's an illusion, little fables folks tell themselves so they can get through their days without screaming too much.

Writing is like being in a dream state or under self-directed hypnosis. It induces a state of recall that - while not perfect - is pretty spooky.

Everyone loves something for nothing...even if it costs everything.

They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected...but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.