“There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering immersion of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explores and lights up the smoke from the ones… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“It was the answer to the wrong mystery--the mystery I didn't ever want to solve. And so we sat there in the sickening sillage… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“Breathing: the miracle cure everyone's been looking for." -Lane-” — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“We have all been fooled into believing in people who are entirely imaginary--made-up prisoners in a hypothetical panopticon. But the point isn't whether or… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“Delete,” he said. “I keep telling you.” But I couldn’t. Even though I wasn’t sure what the point was anymore. No one kept in… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“How many beers do y'all think it takes before one internationally scientist turns to another and says, 'Dude, bet you twenty bucks I can… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“And that was when I saw what Cassidy had done to herself: the gold and red ribbing on her sweater-vest, the matching stripes on… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“Eastwood was distorted for me, a picturesque place meant to lull its residents into believing that behind our gates and beyond our curfew, nothing… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“...but I didn't care, because the magnificent possibility of kissing Cassidy Thorpe had turned into an indisputable fact of my daily existence...” — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“I do know that I spent a long time existing, and now, I intend to live.” — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“Words could betray you if you chose the wrong ones, or mean less if you used too many. Jokes could be grandly miscalculated, or… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
