“Do not regret the things you didn't do," Tamika said. "If you're going to regret something, it has to be the things you have done. We are not made up of the inverse of our experiences. If we were what… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“Everything's a painting, anyway," Fawn said. "That's what I think. We live inside a giant painting, only we can't see who's holding the paintbrush.… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“He turned his head and gazed at me, eyes dancing and blue, remnants of a smile dancing on his face. How beautiful he looked.… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“Coldness settles again in my stomach. I do not want a nice Hmong girl. I want a nice Egyptian boy who teaches me about… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“You can't change the past, you know? You can't change who you were, but you can change who you're going to be.” — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“I don't know what you're talking about. I just like animals," Rafael said. "So does Sky, except he's kind of a hippie soulbonder about… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“Some dumbass outside the reserve thinks you're wearing a butterfly on your arm, you'll get your ass kicked," Rafael said.” — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“You can't change who you are, can you? That would require changing the people who made you along the way. That would mean discrediting… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“In Shoshone, there's a saying. It's a long one, and it doesn't have an English equivalent, so bear with me. Sutummu tukummuinna. It means,… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“I'm always gonna protect you. And I'm always gonna protect that little girl. There's no way in hell I'll let that woman get her… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“The shaman helps you figure it out. I already know what I'm going to be." I prodded him in the ribs. He couldn't just… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars.… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the street to a convenience shop. I abandoned him once inside and went down the stationery… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“What?" he said. "You let me draw all over your arm in permanent ink, but I hand you a vegetable and you chicken out?” — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“He always knew what I would have liked to say, and with startling and increasing accuracy as we spent more time together. One time,… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
