It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

He's been in love with Miss Gina since high school, but he doesn't really know how to talk to girls, so he's just been...staying around her since then. He just tends to go where she goes." "Isn't that stalking?" Jazza said. "Legally, no," I replied. "I asked my parents this when I was little. What he does is creepy and socially awkward, but it's not actually stalking.

I'm done. I'm going to go to bed and read important books about theater." "It would would be easier if you just said porn," Scarlett said. "No idea what you're talking about. But knock first if you need me.

Which is both gross and breathtakingly romantic. He could always have just gone upstairs and brushed his teeth, but he stayed and lurked by the fish for me.

A pause while my mother made high-pitched sisterly devotions of gratitude.

The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.

Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.