She is prettier than her picture had prepared me for, blond curls, big blue eyes, like a fake child that someone would make in order to convince people to have children.
Kevin WilsonShe's got a way of making a man feel guilty for certain things he'd never feel bad about on his own, like watching someone shoot himself in the face.
Kevin WilsonThat does not surprise me,' Annie said and once again hung up the phone thinking that she had chosen to surround herself with people who were, for lack of a better term, retarded.
Kevin WilsonDon't you see? The things we once loved do not change, only our belief in them... You are left with the only things that any of us have in the end. The things we keep inside of ourselves, that grow out of us, that tell us who we are.
Kevin WilsonEven awful people can be polite for a few minutes,” their father told them. “Any longer than that and they revert to the bastards they really are.
Kevin WilsonBut do you enjoy it?” Annie asked. Raven stared at Annie’s reflection in the mirror. “I don’t hate it,” Raven said. “You spend enough time with anything, that’s all you can really ask for.
Kevin WilsonHis writing had become, like a stash of rare and troubling pornography, something that must be kept hidden, an obsession that other people would be mystified to discover.
Kevin WilsonAgain,' he said and, without waiting for an answer, ran into the growing dark without fear, every single part of his body overwhelmed with the task of being alive.
Kevin WilsonHe tried to think of all the people in his life as chemicals, the uncertainty of mixing them together, the potential for explosions and scarring.
Kevin WilsonConventional lives are the perfect refuge if you are a terrible artist.
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