“What the hell happened to your leg?" Ang asked him. Matt looked down at his shin, which was scraped and oozing and seemed to be caked in mud. "Crashed." "Crashed what?" Ang asked. "My mountain bike. We just got back."… — Marie Sexton Copy Share Image
“I think you want very much to make this black and white--to make us all out to be sinners or saints. But it's just… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“Everybody wants something, and everybody expects something. They never ask how I'm doing or if I'm happy. They don't ask what I want.” — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“You are the know place to which the unknown is always leading me back." "I possess nothing worthy to give you." "There's only me."… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“His arms went around my waist. "I been meanin' to tell you, Zach-I want a raise. And that's not a sexual innuendo." "I'll see… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“He loved Jaime. He loved him so much sometimes he thought he must certainly be losing his mind. It was hard to believe his… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“I realized something on the ride. I realized if I wait until I'm not scared to try new things, then I'll never get to… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“First, you don't have to be smart to read books. Lots of idiots read books. Trust me, the ability to read does not necessarily… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“Church doctrine has no place in secular law. You can't take away people's rights to meet your own religious criteria.” — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“Jared?” His fingers were playing gently in my curls. “Yes?” I was more than halfway asleep, perfectly warm and content, back in my own… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“Zach, it doesn't matter which talking heads the Republicrats put up as their candidates. Either way you're voting to maintain the status quo. Is… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“The only thing you can do is decide how to live your own life. And to hell with everybody else” — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“What the hell happened to your leg?" Ang asked him. Matt looked down at his shin, which was scraped and oozing and seemed to… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“Maybe Angelo was right. Maybe there was something. I still suspected it was the wine.” — Marie Sexton Copy Share
“Above us, the stars watched. Below us, the world rushed on. But here, there was only the wall and the paint. And me. And… — Marie Sexton Copy Share
