“With all the dizzy galaxies hot gases dust at the speed of light neutrinos running through everything, no matter how powerful someone is here on Earth they are just as small as me to the vast greatness of outer space.” — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Why am I not good enough? At least he loves Darren and Yaicha in some way even if it's horrible, he shows them attention… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry, I had a meeting" I stand behind his chair. "Liar," under my breath. "You weren't at a meeting," take a breath, gain… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Or maybe I am just outside enough, being the footstool observing from the corner, that I have a view of reality.” — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“The foam cushions on the old couch downstairs disintegrate daily in a hush, like each of us, small flecks of hardening puffs raining mute… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“With all the dizzy galaxies hot gases dust at the speed of light neutrinos running through everything, no matter how powerful someone is here… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Not scared. But excited in that jiggering-on-too-much-hot-sauce kind of way that it's time to step out of my old framework, raw and amorphous, to… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“I am always there. But they don't care if I am because I am furniture. I don't get hit I don't get fondled I… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
I never realized till now how hard the brain has to work to make the body do what it asks. Or maybe how hard… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“I got an A on the third quiz in American history, an A, dammit. Last time I got a B up from a C… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“I'm sure you were mistaken," Yaicha says to her brush. My ears pin back - "MISTAKEN? I know who Angie is, Yaicha. I know… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Yaicha and Darren told me that I was the mailman's child, and I got so angry, stalking away, hot steam in my ribs. Yaicha… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“If I could just open my mouth wide enough to allow those gagging blobs of truth their slow, tar-seep passage up through my gullet,… — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
“Then why don't I tell on him? If they don't, why don't I? Because. Because I am safe this way, silent unnoticed.” — Thalia Chaltas Copy Share Image
