Occupation: Writer Birth: November 18, 1981
You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet..
His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most.
Cole made a hissing sound. "Are you inside yet? God bless America and all her sons. What is taking you so long?" The front door was locked. "Here, ta….
The sun shines through the window And the sun shines through your hair It seems like you're beside me But I know that you're not there. You would sit….
My father said once that if I didn't have my mother's ginger hair, I wouldn't blush or curse as easily. Which I though was unfair. I hardly ever curs….
The biggest mistake you can make is assuming that creativity will hit you all at once and the muse will carry you to the end of the book on feather w….
Did you get Mom a birthday present?" Helen asked. "Yes," Gansey replied. "Myself." "The gift that keeps on giving." "I don't think that minor childre….
She wasn't interested in telling other people's futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own..
I laughed, loud enough that Delia looked up at me. She made motions for me to come over, but I pretended to be looking past her into the food tent. "….
I say, 'I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick.' Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, 'It's late for that, Puck..
One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite number….
Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew's head fondly before contin….
There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant….
The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay..
Really, Rachel looked like a sun, bright and exuding energy, holding us two moons in a parallel orbit by the sheer force of her will..
We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up..
...she made her home in between the pages of books..
When Dove moves up from a canter to a gallop, sometimes the only way I can tell the difference is because her hooves pound a four-time rhythm instead….
you wanted saving didn't you?.
I'll cook the water..
You missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch..