Occupation: Writer Birth: August 31, 1967
It's somewhat disquieting that the same parents and educators who are horrified by the notion of child soldiers have bestowed upon 'The Hunger Games'….
You've no fear of heights," puffed the girl. "None," I said. "I've heard that about you..
We did it!" I said, feeling limp with relief. "It actually worked!" Dr. Turgenev rubbed his forehead. "I had very big doubts." "Big doubts?" I said w….
You can't eat [literature], that's the problem," he said. "I've tried, it's very dry, and not at all nutritious..
But chance runs like a river through all our lives, and being prepared for surprise is the best we can do..
If anyone comes near you, just scream and run..
You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you..
I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed..
It's the way you look whenever she mentions her fiance. My cat looks like that before he hacks up a hairball..
Why do you need to fly so much?” she asked. “If I don’t, it’ll catch up with me.” The words just came out. “What will?” I took my hands from my face,….
If my heart were a compass, you'd be North..
The world of 'The Hunger Games' is a paranoid survivalist's dream..
There is a passion in you that scares me..
It was as though, in one moment, he had become a stranger. And I a stranger to myself..
Here's all I know: that the world is uncontrollable. Chaos reigns. That anything and everything might be possible. I won't subscribe to any rational ….
You flatter me shamelessly. I like it. Good..
I prefer the word aviatrix. It has more zing to it." "It's very zingy," I agreed..
I could not help staring back, for they made quite a contrast: Kate's pale skin and elegant purple suit, Nadira's dusky skin and exotic fiery sari. "….
You see, when medicine works, it is blessed science, and when it fails, it is witchcraft. - Polidori.
The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!.
IMBECILE!" the chef shouted. "Next time why don't you just put your whole HAND in the food, hey? Yes, your whole hand, or maybe your FACE! I arrange ….