“So I couldn’t talk about the color of three, or whether triangles tasted better than circles, or how playing Bach on my keyboard made fireworks go off in my head, because people would think I was crazy.” — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I was six years old, watching my pregnant mother wash the dishes. Cutlery clinked, filling the air with sparkling bursts of colour. 'Do it… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I'm just a little cold," said Knife, pulling the blanket closer about her shoulders. Paul wrapped his free arm around her. "It's all right,"… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I'd hoped at least one of my parents had seen Milo and me standing close together on the sidewalk, still holding hands, as I… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I hate it when people talk like friendship is less than other kinds of-as though it's some sort of runner-up prize for people who… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“This is fantastically squalid," said Milo. "We may never get out of here alive.” — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I hate it when people talk like friendship is less than other kinds of - as though it's some kind of runner-up prize for… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I don't know how to be anything but pretend," I replied, and it ached in me how true that really was. "But if I… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Everybody has a story, Alison," he said. "Everybody has things they need to hide--sometimes even from themselves.” — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I caught Faraday's face between my hands and broke off the kiss, breathless. "I've just thought of something," I said. "Something we haven't tried."… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Reluctantly she lifted her eyes to his, and he went on: "I want you to understand this as though I were one of your… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“So I pushed the bitterness down, into the black pit of my stomach along with my regret and my grief and my fear, and… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“So I couldn’t talk about the color of three, or whether triangles tasted better than circles, or how playing Bach on my keyboard made… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I sensed that not only the grand movements of the cosmos, but everything that had happened in my life, was a part of that… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
