“One day blurs into the next, one week is indistinguishable from another. Their existence consists of waiting for the weekend, then waiting for retirement, and then waiting for death.” — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“A very ladylike bosom,” she said, approvingly. “There’s nothing there,” I complained. The clerk grinned. “I have been fitting bras for twenty-five years and… — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“Jane, this young man is Jacob, my oldest son. It’s no secret that a headmistress’s biggest challenge is her family. Jacob, say hello to… — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“Anyone can ride a bike," Jack said. "Even an elf." The corner of his mouth went up in amusement. "She can ramble through the… — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“And I know what you are. You’re a heartless, soulless waste of human life. When I’m older, I’ll make sure that your license is… — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“He was muttering now and I could barely make out his words. "I'm going to die without ever feeling a woman's tits." "Go ahead,"… — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“Lily, the girl who’d talked back to the jock, said, “I want to get as far away from my parents as possible. We’re like… — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“I said his name softly to myself. Lucky. Lucian Radcliffe. His name must come from the Latin lucianus, meaning light, and that's what he… — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“Life isn't fair, so you have to play the best game you can with the cards you're dealt.” — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
“One day blurs into the next, one week is indistinguishable from another. Their existence consists of waiting for the weekend, then waiting for retirement,… — Marta Acosta Copy Share Image
