Quotes Tagged With :fangirling

He's looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when....

How many people make a career out of writing anyway?' Cath snapped. She felt like everything inside her....

Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are....

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out."He tries....

But I don't want to write my own fiction,' Cath said, as emphatically as she could. 'I don't want to....

Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

Here dwell together still two men of noteWho never lived and so can never die:How very near they seem,....