She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.
My days had a pleasant identicalness about them. I had always liked that: I liked routine. I liked being bored. I didn’t want to but I did.
The phrase booze and mischief left me worrying I’d stumbled into what my mother referred to as “the wrong crowd,” but for the wrong crowd, they both seemed awfully smart.
Not the brightest gem in the jewelry shop, but you’ve got to admire his single-minded dedication to drug abuse.
Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He’s a genius. Nuts to your truce.
The Colonel’s hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. ‘I memorized the populations,’ he said.
There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.
I think about how much depends upon a best friend. Then you wake up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet on the ground and you stand up. You don’t scoot to the edge of the bed and look down to make sure the floor is there. The floor is always there. Until it’s not.
I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance...
I’m a bad boyfriend. She’s a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.
The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.
The fourth way to get a boy to like you is to be yourself. Now, I am contractually obligated as an adult to give that advice, even though it doesn’t work. But yeah, be yourself, even though no one has any idea what it means to be yourself. Like whose self would I otherwise be being?
The Colonel explained to me that 1. this was Alaska’s room, and that 2. she had a single room because the girl who was supposed to be her roommate got kicked out at the end of last year, and that 3. Alaska had cigarettes, although the Colonel neglected to ask whether 4. I smoked, which 5. I didn’t.
Boys are much more likely to objectify girls bodies, while boys are seen by girls as whole people.
But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.
I’m not asexual. I’m arelationshipal.
Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust.
No woman should ever lie about another woman. You’ve violated the sacred covenant between women! How will stabbing one another in the back help women to rise above patriarchal oppression?
If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?
So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action.