I was speechless. Which is, as you know, very rare.
Because today after all, is all we knew.
I’m in shape... Round’s a shape.
If life were a movie, we’d have had what they call a “meet cute”.
You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met, and sometimes it seems like your sole purpose in life is to make mine harder, but I swear, I love you more than I thought I could love anyone.
Never fight fair – that’s not how you win. Use every dirty trick you can, Expect pain. Expect to get hurt. If you’re surprised by the pain, you just lost.
The eight-year-old beat your best cadet in hand-to-hand combat?” “So did the six-year-old girl, ma’am. Actually, she beat the instructor also.
It’s all right to put the weight of the world on your shoulders sometimes, if you know how to take it off.
You’re your own worst enemy, Marta always said to me. You don’t need anyone to torment you because you do it to yourself.
My parents were just carried out of the building in the service elevator,” he shouted at the cops. “They were vile, but they didn’t deserve to be taken out with the trash!
I was thirty-eight at the time. As the saying goes, if I’d known I was going to live that long, I would have taken better care of myself.
How many of us share the stories of our lives with our own children? What a loss to the children if we don’t.
Okeydokey,” I said to myself. “Provisions, check. Clothes, check. Enough explosives to pose a legitimate threat to multiple small countries-“ I eyed the duffel bags that Gazzy and Iggy had packed- “check.
We know,” Nudge said apologetically. “It’s just – she’s going to make sweet potatoes with raisins and little marshmallows on top.
All genders?” whispered Nudge. “Aren’t there just the two? Or did I miss something?” I shrugged. “No idea. Maybe they’ve created others.” The thought was fairly repulsive, and we made “eew” faces at each other.
I’m sure some of you get sent to your rooms sometimes by your parents. All I have to say is, the next time it happens and you’re lying there all mad thinking about how hard your life is, just picture me standing next to you, ready to smack you upside the head. When I get sent to my room, it’s in a freaking dungeon! With rats!
I picked a star and wished as hard as i could that somehow i could protect him from what was on the horizon.
Uh, a honking big castle of evil in Germany?
Now, like all the other schools I’ve ever attended, the hallways of Long Beach Middle School are plastered with all sorts of NO BULLYING posters. There’s only one problem: Bullies, it turns out, don’t read too much. I guess reading really isn’t a job requirement in the high-paying fields of name-calling, nose-punching, and atomic-wedgie-yanking.
You put on a mask. But don’t you see? Nobody can really know you unless they know your extremes.