She was intelligent, but her intelligence didn’t get in her way of her enthusiasm.
Beauty, after all, is almost always a matter of angles and resolve. Urban renewal projects were accomplished so frantically it seemed like time-lapse photography.
The good news is that the pain is in your head.” But I am in my head, Sam thought.
Limitations are style if you make them so.
Or, I’m sorry, is Ichigo a him?” “Sam and Sadie say them.” “Cool. When the parents can’t recognize them. That moment is straight out of The Odyssey.
Alice would only have to be in the hospital for two nights this time, and it was only out of, according to her mother, “an abundance of caution.” It reminded her of a murder of crows, a flock of seagulls, a pack of wolves. She imagined that “caution” was a creature of some kind – maybe, a cross between a Saint Bernard and an elephant. A large, intelligent, friendly animal that could be counted on to defend the Green sisters from threats, existential and otherwise.
The best you can wish for anyone is a video game death. Which is to say, spectacular and brief.
As the brain is detaching from the body, you think, How I will miss the horses.
Do you leave the formation of memories to happenstance, or do you decide to remember?
To know that when one phase of a relationship ends it can transform into something else. It is to acknowledge that love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.
In the end, she decided, with some amount of disappointment, that none of them were involved romantically.
In the end, they didn’t like her because they didn’t like her. She wasn’t going to reason them out of their dislike. She wasn’t going to teach anyone anything.
Marx’s life had been filled with such abundance that he was one of those people who found it natural to care for those around him.
I’ve decided we’re going to be great friends, by the way. Don’t bother trying to resist me. I’ll stalk you until you submit.
For Ms. Pac-Man, Anna thought, life was cheap and filled with second chances.
The most successful people are also the most able to change their mindsets. You may not ever have a romantic relationship with Sadie, but you two will be friends for the rest of your lives, and that is something of equal or greater value, if you choose to see it that way.
They were at that rare moment in a collaboration where they were consistently grokking, where consensus was reached quickly on almost everything.
Sadie laughed a bit to herself, thinking this was what it was like to play someone else’s game: to have the illusion of choice, without actual choice.
Sam had dark curly hair that he wore parted in the middle and bluntly cut, just above his shoulders. He wore cheap John Lennon–style wire-rimmed glasses and one of those rough hemp striped parkas that are sold in Mexico. His blue jeans were holey and faded to almost white, and he paired his Teva sandals with thick white athletic socks.
I think they’re in love.” Sam sniffed, as if the idea of it, love, was ridiculous. “You disapprove, I take it?” “Marx is always in love. He’s an emotional harlot. What does love even mean when you can find it with so many people and things?” “Marx is great,” Sadie said. “I think he’s lucky.