Madame V begins the lesson by reading aloud the first stanza of a famous French poem: Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville; Quelle est cette langueur Qui penetre mon coeur? Then she looks up and… — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
“Every now and then, during the commercials Dad will say something like, 'How was school today, Sophie Dophie?' Once I said, 'We played strip… — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
“If Dylan and I had met by chatting on the Net in a room of cyberspace instead of face to face and I hadn't… — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
“And I flat out refuse to have one of those lives that I wouldn’t even want to read about.” — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
“Grace's eyes bigger than DVD's, Rachel's mouth hanging open so wide you could reach right in and perform a tonsillectomy.” — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
Human beings tend to be conservative, so if you lie, you'll probably be closer to the truth. — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
The golden moment when I’m not yet awake enough to remember that there are things I would rather forget. — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dust floating in the air that can only be seen when… — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
“It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?” — sonya sones Copy Share Image
There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back. About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and… — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
You're thinking I'm a hopelessly romantic idiot. And you know what? You're right. — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
My parents are great listeners Which is why I never tell them anything — Sonya Sones Copy Share Image
