Of course, maybe I’d end up like one of those crazy old people with, like, sixty cats. And one day, the neighbors would complain about the smell, and it would turn out I’d died and the cats had eaten me. Still, it might be nice to have a cat.
I love you, I thought. But I didn’t say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one – that she won’t say it back.
She wanted to leave. I loved her too much to make her stay.
It hurts too much so I don’t want to talk about it.
That’s what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they’re feeling all the time.
Magic. It was magic, and the magic is called love.
True love would look a second time. True love would not be thwarted. True love would not accept no for an answer.
I am not frightened of you Kyle. I am frightened for you.
Your telephone! Your friend Travis is in it!
But usually, I watched Linda read. I couldn’t believe she’d read so much in summer! Sometimes she laughed, reading her book, and one time she even cried. I didn’t know how anyone could make such a big deal about books.
Parents always forgive you. Like sometimes, you see parents on the news, and their kid just got busted for murdering a 7-11 clerk, and they’re like, ‘But my Bubba’s a good boy. He’d never hurt a fly.’ So I’m sure your parents would forgive you for whatever you did.
Is it enough to be a princess, when being a princess means nothing?
I took a punch at one of the rosebushes. It got its revenge by stabbing me in the hand.
Retribution. Poetic justice. Just deserts. Comeuppance.
You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most, and if you ever lost your good looks, i bet you wouldn’t be smart enough to get them back. Kyle Kingsbury, you are beastly.
I believed she’d gotten past ther hatred of me, turning to pity instead. But how could I make that into love?
Yeah, but where I come from, we have lights at night.” “We do, too. They are called stars. They are quite romantic.
But sometimes it is just impossible to obey blindly. Sometimes a child must strike out on her own. A child cannot be a child forever.
I wish to go with you, not as man and wife, but merely as friends, travel companions, the sort of happy-go-lucky chums about whom rollicking old ballads of the road are written.
Don’t grab people. Would you like it if I grabbed you? If you would like to offer assistance, ask if the person needs it.