“So what do you do?' she asked. 'I sneak around at night, well, usually at night, and gather coins out of fountains', I said slowly, watching her face for judgement. She burst into laughter. 'Like spare change? You collect people's… — Caris O'Malley Copy Share Image
“For the first time, I smelled her. I can't describe the smell. Flowery, yet somehow musty, like a beautiful woman with the soul of an old book.” — Caris O'Malley Copy Share Image
“There is a point where, as a writer, you grow to hate your characters, their stupid motivations, and their whiny inner dialogues. The only… — Caris O'Malley Copy Share Image
“I don't ever want to read a book with the word globe in it again.” — Caris O'Malley Copy Share Image
“Can we really put Ben (hereby representing all men) on such a pedestal? Having tamed those beasts set aside for him, is it not… — Caris O'Malley Copy Share Image
“So what do you do?' she asked. 'I sneak around at night, well, usually at night, and gather coins out of fountains', I said… — Caris O'Malley Copy Share Image
“You are s urprisingly immature. I c an't eve r understand h o w you resor t to giggling at the slightest provocation. Yo… — Caris O'Malley Copy Share Image
“For the first time, I smelled her. I can't describe the smell. Flowery, yet somehow musty, like a beautiful woman with the soul of… — Caris O'Malley Copy Share Image
