One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere. — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
“I lay on her bed with my arms wrapped around her, wondering how on earth we'd managed to end up like this. I'm not… — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him just as desperately as he was kissing me. Like if we… — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
I suppose it doesn't occur to you that I can think the system just as unjust as you do. — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
D'you ever wonder what it would be like if our positions were reversed?' I ask. At Jack's puzzled look I continue. 'If we whites… — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
I wish... I wish he wasn't quite so ashamed of me. And if he could stop feeling so ashamed of himself, then maybe we… — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
He pulls the hood over my head. I try to pull back. I'm not trying to run away. I just want to see her...… — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
“I mean you're cute, but not that cute. Would Rhea really risk life in a maximum security detention unit just so that she could… — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
A backup plan means somewhere in my head, I think I might fail and that word is not in my vocabulary. Plus I'm too… — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
“If you can only have one, which means more to you? Being someone or making a difference -Lynny” — Malorie Blackman Copy Share Image
