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Paper Towns for a Paper Girl, who wants to think and read clearly

You can't come in."Luna Morgan met her daughter's plaintive gaze with a blank one of her own. "What do you mean we can't come in?""I have a guest," Ivy said."Is he naked?" Max asked, wrinkling his nose."Who?""Your guest," Max said."It's not a man," Ivy said, rolling her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter.

Lily Harper Hart

I swallowed hard and said as calmly as possible, “There’s been a murder. I don’t know what happened. The address is two-two-zero three Devonshire Court.

Andrea Heltsley

I’m suddenly not hungry,” Shane, said, his face ashen. “Noah, you go get the note. Be careful not to touch anything else. Don’t step in the blood.

Andrea Heltsley

She could have just told him about the magic phone. Full disclosure. Then they could have solved it together. They could have Sherlocked and Watsoned from both endsof the timeline.

The bell seemed to have set off analarm in my brain, and I glimpsed at the mysterious envelope on my desk.There was another item I should’ve gotten from my single-shoe salesman.

I considered my home sanctuary from the judicial arena, far from the Fernoza Family legacy, and I had no intention of sharing it with anyone.

Things are not as they appear.

Lawrence Earle Johnson

Awareness, like wine, is always better for the vintage.--Hugo Anstead

Jennifer A. Girardin

She shot him a look she thought he might still remember, the same one a rattler gives right before it strikes.

Hud? Back here? Oh, man, what a birthday present," Hilde said, giving her another hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I can imagine what seeing him again did to you."t"I still want to kill him," Dana whispered.t"Not on your birthday." Hilde frowned.

The morning sun in New Orleans felt like it was trying to make a point, convincing the old world to believe something new.

Just as the Mediterranean separated France from the country Algiers, so did the Mississippi separate New Orleans proper from Algiers Point. The neighborhood had a strange mix. It looked seedier and more laid-back all at the same time. Many artists lived on the peninsula, with greenery everywhere and the most beautiful and exotic plants. The French influence was heavy in Algiers, as if the air above the water had carried as much ambience as it could across to the little neighborhood. There were more dilapidated buildings in the community, but Jackson and Buddy passed homes with completely manicured properties, too, and wild ferns growing out of baskets on the porches, as if they were a part of the architecture. Many of the buildings had rich, ornamental detail, wood trim hand-carved by craftsmen and artisans years ago. The community almost had the look of an ailing beach town on some forgotten coast.

There was something about this place that brought out the best and worst in you, pushing you to extremes.

He sunk his head down, looking like a defeated giant out of some fairy tale.

She had a way about her that spoke of homemade bread, and caring for people, and the kind of patience that women have when they help a ewe birth a lamb, or stay up in the night with a baby calf bawling for its momma.

Enormous oak trees towered over the boulevard, which boasted homes with fine woodwork, wraparound porches, and moss on the sidewalks. 'There’s nothing like a house in New Orleans. Would you look at those balconies and columns?' He rolled his window down to take in the sounds of life in New Orleans.

In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...

Nothing woke up a man as quickly in the morning as a scorpion in his pants.

Girls. The oldest mystery in the universe.

The birds sang in the dustin an elaborate weave, ambiguous,deafening, prey to existencepoor passions lost between the modestsummits of groves of mulberry and elder;and I, like them, in secluded placesreserved for the lost and pure,would wait for evening to fall,for the silent smells of fireand joyous misery to fill the air,for the Angelus bell to toll, veiledin the new peasant mysteryfulfilled in the ancient mystery.

Pier Paolo Pasolini

I try to read and write something interesting every day.

If there's no sea-gull there's no meeting, Wicklow had said. No sea-gull means abort. That's my epitaph, thought Barley. 'There was no sea-gull, so he aborted.

In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.

Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.

If God wanted us in the ocean, he wouldn’t have made the land.

I should have looked into my own heart, and found this new growth springing up there, and plucked it out while it was young.

The damage and destruction from the soft brush of pen on paper, a minuscule twitch of muscles at the end of manicured fingers, and people's lives forever altered.

Jason Greensides

You should not have to burn your hand every day to feel the mystery of fire.

A mystery is so much more exciting than a wrapped up answer...A mystery carries on but an answer just ends.

Jonathan Renshaw

There is a place where the mountains tumble one upon the other off into the far distance, peak after treeless peak. Steep ridges connect them and deep canyons slash them apart. The grassy summits are wreathed with black sage. No roads intrude upon this jumble of oak-filled canyons and steep-sided hills, only the ambling trails made by deer, coyotes, and bears. The local Indians believe the spirits of the ancients still travel these roads.

R. Lawson Gamble

We're three women from two different centuries, trying to save the world from oblivion. I don't know about you, but that's way above my pay grade.

I’m a reporter,” Rachel said. “I write about the arts, festivals, new projects in the city. What I’m not is some kind of psychic astral traveler! How did I get here? Planning a trip to another dimension?

The water. The lake. It flows through our veins, and there's nothing we can do about it… It's like venom.

She felt a strong pull toward the water and it was more than curiosity…

When the unknown becomes known, we lose something very big: The beauty of mystery!

Mehmet Murat ildan

What we essentially want is to draw something unknown to us in all its shadowiness, not something we know in all its illumination.

He's just a flash in the pants.

Luck is merely a product of the happily delusional mind.

There are no coincidences", Silette wrote. "Only mysteries that haven't been solved, clues that haven't been placed. Most are blind to the language of the bird overheard, the leaf in our path, the phonographic record stuck in a groove, the unknown caller on the phone. They don't see the omens. They don't know how to read the signs. To them life is like a book with blank pages. But to the detective, it is an illuminated manuscript of mysteries.

Sara Gran

If I go to prison, will you arrange conjugal visits?

Life is what you make it. Unless some guy finds you with his girl. Then the ball's pretty much in his court.

You're just so lucky blood's so hard to get out of the carpet.

You're gonna sit down. You're gonna shut up. And by the grace of God Almighty, I ain't gonna kill you.

If it looks like a cat, walks like a cat, and has whiskers like a cat, it's probably a damn cat. But if it eats your groceries, messes up your kitchen, and makes you want to rip out your hair by the roots, you either married it or gave birth to it

Every morning I read the obituaries. If it ain't there I make myself a cup of tea and carry on like I have the past century or so.

I had escaped the snare of certitude that I welcomed so avidly at first and entered, via the name of Jesus, the wide and comprehensive company of Jesus.

Eugene H. Peterson

When in doubt, shoot 1st and ask questions later, but avoid the head, "because they'rea lot more likely to answer if they're not dead.

Honesty is the best policy. But insanity is a hell of a lot more effective in court. So your set, McMullen

Breaking up is hard to do. But, bustin him in the head ain't that easy, either.

They say love makes the world go around… I been dizzy for a long time.

Sex is all right, but a hot fudge sundae don't never ask if the baby's really his.

I fear that someday you will abandon the joys we share and find another not worthy of your charms.

There’s an undeniable thrill about meeting a stranger and spending a few hours together, indulging in each other’s lives. It’s that spurt of saying whatever you want and leaving it behind with someone who’ll never look at you and think of it again.

Danielle Esplin

Death is the midwife of very great things.... It brings about the birth and rebirth of forms a thousand times improved. This is the highest mystery of God.

Don’t waste a minute fretting over the infinite destructive possibilities of The Singularity. Think of all the fun we’re going to have along the way! It will all be one glorious adventure, start to finish!

The Holy Spirit's instruments have no consciousness of His purpose; if they imagine they have, it is a pretty sure token that they are NOT His instruments. Nathaniel Hawthorne

Eugene H. Peterson

Jealousy. It's a terrible thing. Unless it's someone else's.

It'd hardly be worth having a brother at all, if you couldn't smack him in the head every once in a while.

It's not who you know, it's who you sleep with.

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