“Well, well, well,” Santa said once the elf had retreated. “Come and sit on my lap, little boy.” This Santa’s beard was… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“I’m looking for Fat Hoochie Prom Queen,” I declared. He did not respond. “It’s a book,” I said. “Not a person.” Nope.… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“I know it’s technically goodwill to all men, but in my mind, I drop the men because that feels segregationist/elitist/sexist/generally bad ist.… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“What's a slut?" I ask him. "A girl who puts out too easily." "Puts out what?" I imagine Greer putting out dinner… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang. “Dashiell?” my father intoned. As if someone… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“You mean I'm not lazy? No bitch, I mean you intimidate guys with a look or a comment before they can even decide if… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“Someone should pay for their sins. I'll show you Awful, humans. I can't even see what I'm doing. All I know is rage, and… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
[S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I’m making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“In some ways, I think I'll never be over him', Langston said. 'That is such an unsatisfied answer' 'That's because you're interpreting it the… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present” — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“The reward is in the risk. I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire. I… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“Well, well, well,” Santa said once the elf had retreated. “Come and sit on my lap, little boy.” This Santa’s beard was real, and… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
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