me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

you ask me what I'm looking for, and I outline you. you don't recognize the shape, offer other names. you say my time will come, and I hope.

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.

School is school-she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.

If you tell me, I will leave you alone," I said. "And if you don't tell me, I am going to grab the nearest ghostwritten James Patterson romance novel and I am going to follow you through this store reading it out loud until you relent. Would you prefer me to read from Daphne's Three Tender Months with Harold or Cindy and John's House of Everlasting Love? I guarantee, your sanity and your indie street cred won't last a chapter. And they are very, very short chapters." Now I could see the fright beneath the defiance.

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.