“I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in… — 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… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“These humans—they are cruel monsters. Liars. Deceitful. For the first time, I want to hurt them the way they hurt me. This… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.” — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“Villains made no special guest appearances in our Once Upon A Time story games. They scared Laura and bored me, so instead… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“ 'Freedom.' He pauses a moment to reflect on the F-word. 'Sometimes I think it's an idea that enslaves us. We're never… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“My heart literally aches, that shit is not made up; it hurts for an unexpected, brief time warp of suddenly wanting and… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“I notice her the way you notice the differences in someone who’s been away a long time. And it hasn’t been a… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way. — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present. Her absence was palpable,… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
I thought about the bigger picture of my life, and about the people—and particularly the guys—I would encounter during my lifetime. How… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“When the time is right, when these feelings of rage and unfairness once again overcome me, I will not faint. I will… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“I love you for answering the call of a red notebook once upon a time.” — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
I figured being a bed salesman was a job of biblically bad paradox. I mean, here he was, forced to stand for… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it’s difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“It's moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest. I'm told there's no going back. So… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up. — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection? — 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