Bleeding Violet

She was like the moon—part of her was always hidden away.

They can't even decide what flavor of crazy I am.

What the eyes don't see, the heart can't feel.

Love is a trap. Don't ever get caught.

The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day - mateless and abandoned.

Emotional abuse is just as bad as physical abuse. Worse! You can heal broken bones; you can't heal a broken mind.

It disturbed me that he saw things in such black-and-white tones. I sure didn't. For me, the world was a confusion of color.

I don't even register on the freakometer.

How did you get out of the suicide door?" Her disbelief was a living, pettable thing. "Magic." Her eyes narrowed. "There is no magic." "Maybe not for you. But I'm from out of town.

Indecisiveness is a very unattractive trait in a man, especially when he's just a boy.

If I can't, then I'll paint the walls of her house red with my blood.

You ain't scared I'll kill you? You already did. At the dark park. The suspense is gone.

You need air. You need food. You don't need some beastly boy.

I figured she wanted to get into it with me, some he's-my-man-so-step-off song and dance. If so, she would have to dance solo. I don't do drama.

It's easier to be careful in dresses. You have to be or you end up flashing your underclothes or destroying beautiful fabric. Dresses force you to be on guard.

Wanting to connect doesn't make you needy--it makes you human.

Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of children.

He looked as shocked as if I'd asked him to masturbate in front of me.

I kissed him, and even though it hurt my mouth, I didn't mind; Wyatt's kisses were worth suffering over.

Paulie looked thoughtful. 'Well don't use Elmer's glue,' he warned. 'it sure didn't work on the Blackberry.

Holding on to a four-year-old boy wasn't weird, as it should have been. It was comforting. Like holding an incredibly sticky teddy bear.

She tucked a five-dollar bill into my dress strap—like I was a stripper!

I had the craziest idea that if I looked closely enough, maybe tilted his head toward the light, I'd be able to see into his brain.

The rain hung from his earlobes like delicate jewelry.

Trust. Affection. Respect." I shoved her tainted after-school snack across the table. "It must be hard to think of qualities you don't possess.

If you were left alone, you'd hate it. Loneliness gets old in a hurry

Even if you were Hannibal Lecter himself, around here you're nothing special.

When you had no one to vent to, everything stayed inside and festered like old meat in a hot fridge.

Standing in fron of the doors of a cCatholic church when service is over is a good way to die young.

Love can be a dangerous thing...