I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that's hard to look at.

I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.

Too pissed off to cry, I said, 'This is only making me hate her. I don't want to hate her. And what's the point, if that's all it's making me do?' Still refusing to answer how and why questions. Still insisting on an aura of mystery. I leaned forward, head between by knees, and the Colonel placed a head on my upper back. 'The point is that there are always alsweres, Pudge.' And then he pushed air out between his pursed lips and I could hear the angry quiver in his voice as he repeated, 'There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.' ~Miles/Pudge and Chip/the Colonel, pg 168

The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to walk around, thinking about the lastness of it all.

All the things paper-thin and paper-frail, and all the people too.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

Not the brightest gem in the jewelry shop, but you've got to admire his single-minded dedication to drug abuse.