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“That buy is totally cracked out," Vic said one day, as we walked past Balthazar in the great hall. I don't think he's on alything." I didn't mean, for real. If he was cracked out for real, he'd probably be having more fun, right?" Vic shrugged. "Balty looks like he's not having any fun. He looks like he never had any. Like he wouldn't know fun if it started dancing around yelling 'I'm fun' in his face.”

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Claudia Gray

Claudia Gray is an American science fiction author born on June 12, 1970. Her works are known for their rich imagination and profound emotional depth, which have won her a dedicated fan base. more

“The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you. It's the same as going on a vacation. Some people spend all their time on a vacation taking pictures so that when they get home they can show their friends evidence that they had a good time. They don't pause to let the vacation enter inside of them and take that home.”

People Enough Shows Home Adventure Evidence Good Times Vacation Pauses Get Over Taking Pictures Had A Good Time

Book:From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler

Source: From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler

“Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.”

Love Heart Feelings Fear My Heart Longing Scared Frightened Slips Concealing Confessing

Author:Madonna Ciccone

“I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.”

Knows Ends Regret Sentences Pens I Regret

Author:Matthew Tobin Anderson

“My father had put these things on the table. I looked at him standing by the sink. He was washing his hands, splashing water on his face. My mamma left us. My brother, too. And now my feckless, reckless uncle had as well. My pa stayed, though. My pa always stayed. I looked at him. And saw the sweat stains on his shirt. And his big, scarred hands. And his dirty, weary face. I remembered how, lying in my bed a few nights before, I had looked forward to showing him my uncle's money. To telling him I was leaving. And I was so ashamed.”