The world goes on, as stupid and brutal as tomorrow as it was today. And though I am shuddering with pain, and twisting with pain, and sobbing with pain, i laugh.Because I know now. I know the answer. I know the truth. Oh,dead man, you are dead wrong, I tell him.Can't you see? The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I [do not. I do not.]
Jennifer DonnellyThere is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.
Jennifer DonnellyWords fail me sometimes. I have read most every word in the Websterโs International Dictionary of the English Language, but I still have trouble making them come when I want them to. Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get โ a cold sick feeling deep down inside โ when you know something is happening that will change you, and you donโt want it to, but you canโt stop it. And you know you will never be the same again.
Jennifer DonnellyI play until my fingers are blue and stiff from the cold, and then I keep on playing. Until I'm lost in the music. Until I am the music--notes and chords, the melody and harmony. It hurts, but it's okay because when I'm the music, I'm not me. Not sad. Not afraid. Not desperate. Not guilty.
Jennifer DonnellyShe was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with him, in him, in everything he did. She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.
Jennifer DonnellyBecause I'm on the phone, Mom!" "Fooling around with your friends again! Who is that?" "Ahmadinejad." "Oh, my goodness! What is he saying?" "That he wants to see Jeezy at the Beacon tonight. Putin's going too. He scalped a ticket from Kim Jong Il. All tha gangstas are going." "Don't be so fresh, young man!" "Gotta go," he says to me. "Enemy forces have dropped a Momshell." "Fall back, solider. Over and out.
Jennifer Donnelly