I walked to Montevallo.''Forty miles?!''Forty-two,' he corrected me. 'Well. Forty-two there. Forty-two back. Eight-two miles. No. Eight-four. Yes. Eighty-four miles in forty-five hours.''What the hell...
I stood under the awning for a moment, but finally I decided that being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.
I said nothing—I hadn’t known Marya, and anyway, listening quietly was my general social strategy
I realized that my eyes were closed and opened them. Augustus was staring at me, his blue eyes closer to me than they'd ever been, and behind them, a crowd of people three deep had sort of circled aro...
I mean, I am pretty fabulous. Am I not?''You're a pillar of fabulosity in the community,' I tell him.
I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like the sound of Dutch people speaking Dutch. And now...I don't even get a battle. I don't get a fight.
I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.
I hated hurting him. Most of the time, I could forget about it, but the inexorable truth is this: They might be glad to have me around, but I was the alpha and the omega of my parents' suffering.
I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.
I guess at some point, you realize that whoever takes care of you is just a person, and that they have no superpowers and can't actually protect you from getting hurt.
I don’t like to throw the L-wordaround; it’s too good and rare a feeling to cheapen with overuse.
I don't think God gives a shit if we have a dog or if a woman wears shorts. I think He gives a shit whether you're a good person.
I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
I didn't know whether to trust Alaska, and I'd certainly had enough of her unpredictability - cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next. I preferred t...
I didn't know if I should hug him, and he didn't seem to know if he should hug me, so we just sort of stood there not touching, which to be honest is my preferred form of greeting.
I couldn't make myself happy, but I could make people around me miserable.
I couldn't be mad at him for even a moment, and only now that I loved a grenade did I understand the foolishness of trying to save others from my own impending fragmentation...
How long have you been dating her?' I asked. Nine months. We never got along. I mean, I didn't even briefly like her. Like, my mom and my dad- my dad would get pissed, and then he would beat the shit...
He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.
He took a bite, swallowed. God. If asparagus tasted like that all the time, I'd be vegetarian, too. Some people in a lacquered wooden boat approached us on the canal below. One of them, a woman with c...