The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.
Spicy food and I have a close relationship—an obsessive one, in fact. If it’s spicy, I want it. I want to sweat and shake and go half blind from the searing pain . . . which, now that I put it that way, seems really suggestive. But spicy stuff is addictive. That’s a known fact of science.
Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.
There is no normal. I've never met a normal person. The concept is flawed. It implies that there is only one way people are supposed to be, and that can't possible be true. Human experience is far too varied.
It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.
You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.
Fear can't hurt you," she said. "When it washes over you, give it no power. It's a snake with no venom. Remember that. That knowledge can save you.
Guilt isn't always a rational thing, Clio realized. Guilt is a weight that will crush you whether you deserve it or not.
Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.
This pool is a triumph of imagination. That's how you win at life, Gin. You have to imagine your way through. Never say something can't be done. There's always a solution, even if it's weird.
I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.
Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.
She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)
Being an author means, almost by definition, that you make up characters and then complicate their lives. That's it, really. You make up characters and give them problem after problem after problem.
Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
It's always awkward when someone doesn't realize you're joking and devotes thought time to what you've said. Double that when the person is wearing tinfoil.
Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.
We heard her come halfway up the stairs, where she must have seen the bedroom light on. Again, the normal parent reaction would have been to say something like, "You had better come out this moment or I am releasing the tiger!" But Debbie was not a normal parent, so we heard her gigle and creep away, saying, "Shhh! Rachel! Come with Mommy! Stuart is busy!
New start or not, there was a line to be drawn, and that line was singing musicals to yourself as serious psychological motivation.
The whole "weak in the knees" thing,which she always thought was just some idiotic expression back from the golden age of idiotic expressions,was real. -Suite Scarlett
It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.
Did I just kill someone?" "You can't kill a dead person," Callum said. "Makes no sense.
Did you hear?" he asked. "They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely." "Good morning," I replied. "Morning. Listen to this. The second victim.
You'd been petting a stuffed dog?' she said 'A dead one?' 'It was a really well stuffed dog' I clarified. 'I have seen some bad taxidermy. This was top-notch work. It would have fooled anyone.
I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.
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