girls

Whoever said there are many girls in the world lied.There is only one

An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.

I am grown up. That's why I cooked all this food!

She guarded herself like a secret.

We don't know how to be women because we were taught it was not OK to be girls. Our most natural impulses were thwarted and distorted.

She did what girls generally do when they don't feel the part: she dressed it instead.

What a face this girl possessed!__ould I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born.

There was no girls' cross-country team at our high school, since cross-country courses were two or three miles long, and, at that distance, a girl's uterus could fall out.

So I slap on that smile and pretend everything__ okay even though it__ not.

A girl without braidsis like a city without bridges.

He's very good at chaining girls. He can make cold steel feel like silk.

Every new encounter provides a new mirror for me to view my own experiences through, and there is a level of selfishness during this period as I hunger to understand more about the girls' lives in order to understand mine. If I could figure out what had happened to them, perhaps I had a better chance of explaining it all to myself.

Where's Izzy?" cried Alice. "I'm right here!" Izzy was heard, but there was no sight of her floating friend. "Izzy's invisible!" yelled Melanie."Invisible and flying!" Colleen added nervously.

But if Miss Golightly remained unconscious of my existence, except as a doorbell convenience, I became, through the summer, rather an authority on hers. I discovered, from observing the trash-basket outside her door, that her regular reading consisted of tabloids and travel folders and astrological charts; that she smoked an esoteric cigarette called Picayunes; survived on cottage cheese and Melba Toast; that her vari-colored hair was somewhat self-induced. The same source made it evident that she received V-letters by the bale. They were torn into strips like bookmarks. I used occasionally to pluck myself a bookmark in passing. Remember and miss you and rain and please write and damn and goddamn were the words that recurred most often on these slips; those, and lonesome and love.

Because for Gonzo, anything which may explode at any moment is clearly a girl.

This was why Kiki had dreaded having girls: she knew she wouldn't be able to protect them from self-disgust.

The demons were scary, but girls - Well, girls are really terrifying

Her fragility makes her uncomfortable, but it has a familiarity, too, like the biting cold of winter that you only half forget during other seasons.