How can you possibly have an international agreement that's effective unless countries like China and India are not full participants?
Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.
Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.
Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn't surprised, since she'd always had a thing for animals. She'd lectured me for days after I'd instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I'd viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She'd seen it as animal cruelty.
I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.
You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.
The future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living.
Literary fiction, as a strict genre, is all but dead. Meanwhile, most genres flourish.
When I was younger, I felt pressure to become someone else once I became successful.
A book is kind of like a river; I simply jump in and start swimming.
Sometimes a loss that just comes out of left field rings in a very weird way when you have actually sort of relied on this small moment with this or that person, as a moment that actually has defined something for you in your life.