Meg invited me to come again, but I always had reasons why I couldn’t: my schedule was busy, bus fare wasn’t cheap. Both of which were true, even if they weren’t the truth.
A journey of a thousand miles starts with just ten digits.
Her eyes were open, then on me again like they never left.
Look I accept Adam because you love him. And I assume he accepts me because you love me... your love binds us.’... The funny thing was, I never really bought into Kim’s notion that they were somehow bound together through me- until just now when I saw her half carrying him down the hospital corridor.
But I’m still standing. I’m still breathing. And somehow, I’m okay.
After that, I became kind of fascinated by her and by what I guessed was her ability to hear music in the silence. Back then, I’d wanted to be able to do that, too. So I took to watching her play, and though I told myself the reason for my attention was because she was as dedicated a musician as I was and that she was cute, the truth was that I also wanted to understand what she heard in the silence.
I lost them, too. Except even back then, it had been different, like there’d been a barrier. That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.
I’m not crying because of how much I hurt. I’m crying because of how much I feel.
I’ve always known where to find you, Cody.
In my mind, I am bold and forthright, but what comes out always seems to be so meek and polite.
She felt almost tearfully grateful to be off the hook, and residually angry because she was always on the hook.
They say that things happen for a reason, but I don’t know that I buy that. I don’t know that I’ll ever see a reason for what happened to Kat, Denny, and Teddy that day.
I understand then that giving me the computer is not really a gift. But maybe my taking it is.
Adam strummed an unfamiliar melody. I asked him what he was playing. “I’m calling it ‘My-Girlfriend’s-Going-to-Julliard-Leaving-My-Punk-Heart-in-Shreds Blues.
11:47, positively crack-of-dawn for me.
We drank Pepsi out of these old-fashioned bottles that Dad had found at some ancient country store, and I swear they tasted better than the regular kind.
Willem has just glanced at the birthmark on Allyson’s wrist, giving him an urgent desire to taste it again. Between her feet and her wrist, he is having a hard time getting out the door.
It’s courageous to go into territory unknown.
I meant it to be jokey, but it came out sounding bitter.
That’s when I figured out the ugly secret of a mother’s love: you protect them to protect yourself.