I think part of the problem sometimes is that there's so much happening in my books, to whittle it down into a single script is hard.

And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.

But unfriendly is usually one of those things you pick up on right away. You know, like B.O. There's no hiding it if it's there.

And so really, you have given me no choice but to take you shopping by force.” She sighed, then reached up, dropping her sunglasses down from their perch on her head to cover her eyes. “Do you even realize how happy the average teenage girl would be in your shoes? I have a credit card. We’re at the mall. I want to buy you things. It’s like adolescent nirvana.” - Cora

Let me guess,” Eli said, his voice that low, even timbre, as always. “Drinking from kegs also falls under outdoor activity.” I just looked at him, standing there in jeans and the same blue hoodie he’d had on the first time I met him. Maybe it was the embarrassment, which had been bad enough before I had an audience, but I was instantly annoyed. I said, “Are we outside?” He glanced round, as if needing to confirm this. “Nope.” “Then no.” I turned my attention back to the keg.

The way I see it," she continued, "is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.