Your reasoning is excellent, it's only your basic assumptions that are wrong.
Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.
When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.
It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.
I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.
I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.
When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.
In general, scientific progress calls for no more than the absorption and elaboration of new ideas- and this is a call most scientists are happy to heed.
The 20th century taught us how far unbridled evil can and will go when the world fails to confront it. It is time that we heed the lessons of the 20th century and stand up to these murderers. It is time that we end genocide in the 21st century.
I never think about the actual process of writing. I suppose I have a superstition about examining it too closely.
I think there is something to being curious about your choices, but not wanting to kind of pierce the bubble of them, because it takes away from the act of discovering.