I turned to find Priya, this girl from my school, somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.
I might have liked to share a dance with you. If I may be so bold to say. I thought: But isn’t this a dance? Isn’t all of this a dance? Isn’t that what we do with words? Isn’t that what we do when w...
I love a man who doesn't let go of the leash, even when it leads him to ruin.
I know there was no God waiting for her, because no God could have let her find Him this soon.
I knew she was leaving. I knew we were never going to date long-distance. I knew that we wouldn't have been able to be like this back when were were dating, so there was no use in regretting what hadn...
I have to figure, with this many stops and starts, surely this train will pull out of the station eventually. What’s the big fucking rush?
I guess I’m nervous to be meeting you, Lily said at long last, eyes still closed. Likewise, I assured her. I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, t...
I decided to give myself a Christmas present this year. I decided to spend the day only speaking to animals (real and stuffed), select humans as necessary so long as they weren’t my parents or Langsto...
I also feel fairly confident that the original Texaco Salvatore was a good family man, with perhaps a propensity for wearing his wife's panties and betting his kids' college money at the track, but ot...
From behind I don’t see Caroline but I do that stupid bitch, Tris, rhymes with bris, cuz that’s what she’ll do to a guy, rip apart his piece.
Do you want to guess what's in here? I asked Dash.I think I've got it figured out already. There's a new supply of red notebooks in there, and you want us to fill them in with clues about the works of...
But the older you get, the more you realize that, yes, there are all these things that link you to the past, and you’re using the same words and singing the same songs that have always been there for...
But that’s what I love about punk music. It has a sense of humor about itself, doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not. It’s kickass funk with a heavy-metal edge, but with a conscience. Good
But she looks at me with this total incomprehension, like she’s watching footage of the world being blown up, and I’m the little blurb on the corner of the screen saying what the weather is like outsi...
But I couldn’t concentrate on writing in the notebook. I wanted to live inside it, not write in it.
Bruises mapped my body from bumping into tables and tripping over curbs while walking with a book in my hand, my eyes focused on the pages instead of the live space around me.
Because I hadn’t known that I knew these things. Just having a notebook to write them in, and having someone to write them to, made them all rise to the surface.
Because I don’t want to, I said. Not because of the way she is now—I know that’s not what she’s like. There was no way it was going to be as easy as the notebook. I get that now.
At last I had it—the Christmas present I’d wanted all along, but hadn’t realized. His words.