contemporary

a generation:the black night gave me black eyesstill I use them to seek the light

Perhaps all adult life was an attempt to keep alight the fires that burned when you were young.

I want her to engulf me in her blaze & scorch me until my darkness lies in ashes.

I have certainly heard of the Subtle Art of Shutting Up, but I can't say I've practiced it all that much. I greatly prefer the underappreciated genius of Speaking My Mind. I figure if someone doesn't like what I have to say, they shouldn't put their ears in close proximity to my mouth.

The world holds no trace of what happens in it unless we carve it in with violence or concrete.

Sometimes I think teachers like Ms. Harmer view creativity as something dirty and slightly embarrassing, and would prefer to turn kids into people who color inside the lines.Generally speaking, I don't care much for lines.

The old are a regular subject for sympathy.

What's all this nonsense about odd vision and not fitting in? There are plenty worse things in this world than not fitting in--like fitting in way too much. You strike me as a real original, Izzy Malone, in a world that loves carbon copies. If you think you beautified something, I believe you. I've never understood why folks love safe, neutral colors so much. Colors are what make this world worth living in.

Sometimes our balance has to be upset and our course reset in order to help us navigate to our final destination. This is my final destination and where I was meant to be.

Your mother would have more luck winning her election than teaching you how to be charming. Izzy Malone, going to charm school! Are you going to walk across the room with a book stuck on your head?""No, it's not like that at all," I said as he doubled over with laughter. "And I really don't see what's so funny.""It's just that"--he gasped--"it would be like teaching a hippo to wear high heels!

The thing about stone is you don't get to the heart of it. It stares back into you, its secret intact and inviolable.

The thinness of contemporary life. I can poke my finger through it.

I__ looking to make a miracle

I__ begging you, for the love of all that__ filthy and wrong in this world, have a good time with tall, dark, and raspy, okay?

He was on the edge of a cliff. And he wasn__ jumping, he was diving, a huge swan dive, like those famous cliff-top divers in some exotic place he__ seen on television once. Only they landed safely, bodies cutting into seawater like knife blades.And his dive was a killing one.

It__ like your whole life you__e been falling toward the earth, until the moment someone catchesyou. And you realize that somehow you__e caught her at the same time. And together, instead offalling, you might be able to fly._ The ghost went to the discarded clipping and stared down at thephoto, riveted. __he__ a beaut, isn__ she?___ure,_ Alex said automatically, although there was nothing of Zoë__ sparkling allure in thephoto, only a hint of resemblance.

I'm also getting a piece of chocolate cake... "Can I have a bite?" he asked, his voice smooth and sexy. A bite of what? she wanted to ask, but didn't. She wasn't ready for that level of flirting. "Get your own slice, Gallagher." "I can do that, Blake. I'm in the mood for something sweet it seems.

The bracelet and the first charm appeared the day I punched Austin Jackson in the nose. I didn't mean to slug him. His face just got in my way. It was a bruising end to a disastrous first month in middle school.