Quotes from Robin Parrish

Collin Boyd stepped off the Metro bus on his way to work, and across the street he saw himself strolling down the sidewalk. A stubborn but warm February rain was pouring hard across the concrete canyons of downtown. His foot

Collin increased his own speed, tailing his doppelganger from about fifteen paces behind. The impossibility of the situation seemed like an absurd thing to think about right now as he spied on himself walking to work in the rain, yet nothing else entered his mind. It couldn't be impossible

Collin gave a dazed wave. As the bus chugged slowly along, passing within inches of his face, his stunned reflection gazed back at him in the glass windows as they passed by.

He hadn't known her for very long before he realized that she lacked a filter between her brain and her mouth-she simply verbalized every thought that entered her mind.

There are more colors in the crayon box than black and white, hotshot," she countered. "Everyone's got their own agenda, and I do mean everyone. And it's rarely the one they let you see. But

A stubborn but warm February rain was pouring hard across the concrete canyons of downtown. His foot had landed ankle-deep in a drainage puddle, and his half-broken umbrella wasn't extending as it should. But the umbrella, which had rarely seen use, quickly fell out of his hands

Who was that? What's the White Room?" he said, panic rising again. "What is this place?" "This is the Corridor.

You're not alone in this. Even though it felt like you were more alone than anyone has ever been .

There's more to life than what you can see. You were born to this world, but you're meant for another.