Stuff I'm Reading

Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you.

Weakness is treating someone as though they belong to you. Strength is knowing that everyone belongs to themselves.

A witch is just a girl who knows her mind.

Girls had to believe in everything but their own power, because if girls knew what they could do, imagine what they might.

girls link fingers on a dark night and whisper their secret selves, girls swear a blood oath of loyalty and silence.

Origin stories are irrelevant. Nothing matters less than how you were born. What matters is how you die, and how you live. We live for each other, so anything that got us to that point must have been right.

I’d had a guinea pig once that did nothing but eat and sleep and poop, and if I’d found out the guinea pig’s inner turmoil was stormier than mine, that would have disturbed me, too.

All wars feed off martyrs, the mention of the dead instantly shutting down all arguments for compromise or tolerance for the other. It is the dead who rule.

So basically you tried to ask your parents for money and messed up SO BADLY that you destroyed an entire city.

Friar Lawrence is a friend of yours, and that makes you happy, because all the coolest teens are friends with friars.

“I called for her already! I swear I did! I swear on my virginity at age twelve!” she says, which is kinda weird and a little bit pervy.

The desert chews its secrets right down to the bone.

“The world will change,” she said. “It always does. We are all empty, but this changing is what saves us. That is why I must go.”

A worship that can be conducted by persons who refuse to give shelter to the houseless, to give bread to the hungry, clothing to the naked, and who enjoin obedience to a law forbidding these acts of mercy, is a curse, not a blessing to mankind.

No one asks poor people if they want war.