Jealousy hot flashes through my body, a thunderbolt crashing through.
I’m looking for Fat Hoochie Prom Queen, I declared.He did not respond.It’s a book, I said. Not a person.Nope. Nothing.At the very least, can you tell me the author?He looked at his computer, as if it...
It’s definitely worth something, I said. A lot. We still don’t know each other, right? And I’ll admit—I thought it might be best if we kept it all to the page, passed that notebook back and forth unti...
It's a paradox, isn't it? The people you know the most, the people you love the most-you're also going to feel the parts of them you don't know the most
It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present. Her absence was palpable, even though she was still in the room.
It seemed weird to me that he’d spent his Christmas alone … and had seemed to like it. He hadn’t seemed to think anyone should feel sorry for him about that, either.
It is much harder to lie to someone's face.But.It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.
If I’m just The Guy With Norah, that’s cool. Right now, that’s all I want to be. All the other things I am—they’re too complicated. I can feel them lying in wait, planning their return.
I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.
I've always resented Hermione, because I wanted to be her so badly and she never seemed to appreciate as much as I thought she should that she got be her. She got to live at Hogwarts and be friends wi...
I wanted to live inside it, not write in it.
I wanted to like her and I wanted her to like me and that was more want than I had saddled myself with in many a moon.
I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.
I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present...
I started to write: Langston deserves to be sick. But I erased that and wrote, Okay. I’ll make him some.
I start to lose consciousness, and only desperation and fear keep my heart pounding, hard. Darkness descends, as Awful rises. Ivan has no idea what's coming. Neither do I. Last time I did not fight ha...
I mean, I think I am basically a cool girl, but I am also a pain in the ass.
I may have a potty mouth, but I do not get caught in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fuck’s sake. I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fucking wa...
I know there was no God waiting for her, because no God could have let her find Him this soon.
I know she is scared of this simple task even if the fear is something she can't—or won't— acknowledge. Fear, perhaps, is not based on the chemical component of adrenaline alone. It acts also on inexp...