What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

I really like umbrellas. It's like, I have a roof! I carry it with me! Umbrellas always amuse me.

We gotta do something about this frigging swing set,' he said. 'I'm telling you, it's ninety percent of the problem.

Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale,” I said.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over and soon it was a staring contest. After a while the boy smiled, and then finally his blue eyes glanced away. When he looked back at me, I flicked my eyebrows up to say, I win. He shrugged