“The death of these people might have changed the world, Grace, so we might have changed the world, Grace, so we sometimes have to look at death not as something sad, but as something to be glad for. Sometimes death… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“Because the plan God has for each of our lives isn't always the same plan we have for ourselves, Grace. Sometimes, our deaths have more of an impact than our births. It can inspire people to do great things, even… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“He sleeps with you?" "Robert?" Stacey rolled her eyes at that. "No, Ghandi-of course Robert!” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“Who do you think you are?" She sneered. "Are you her lover or something?" I nodded. "Yeah. Wanna watch?” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“Before I succumbed to the sweet lull of his voice, I made one last request. "Stay". I was asleep before he could answer, but… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“And you think that that's going to fix everything? That all of your problems are going to be solved because you gave him a… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“He looked at me as if I had some kind of 'I hate penises' sign on my forehead.” — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“Robert, I’m sorry that you feel so strange, but I’m not sorry that you’re feeling it because of me,” I whispered, my heart feeling… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“If I could make you happy, then I'd be a prince. If I could get you to love me, then I'd be a king.… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“Their football team moved like some kind of machine, perfect and well-oiled. Their cheerleaders were like springs, bouncing and flipping and woo-wooing with their… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“The full impact of silver--liquid fire, hot and flowing hit me hard in that place in your belly that doesn't exist for food, but… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“The terminals were so corroded it looked like some kind of alien had taken a dump on the battery and then decided to play… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
“I held my breath, and refused to blink; he placed his hand on the bed to brace himself as he leaned towards me. Slowly,… — S.L. Naeole Copy Share Image
