She firmly held the theory that everyone gets at least one very stupid superpower.
Her kung fu is that powerful.
She wasn’t only gay, she was a gay elf.
I could envision it all to clearly: Stuart or Debbie finding the dented door off its hinges, lying in the snow. “She came in, ravaged the boy, stole plastic bags, and ripped off the door in her escape,” the police would say in the APB. “Probably making her way to bust her parents out of jail.
Also, when on a campaign to convince a stranger that you aren’t a few fries short of a Happy Meal, throwing around phrases like “tangentially Swedish” is not the best way to go.
Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.
I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.
Something about this boat screamed, “I am a very popular model in the world’s oil-bearing regions. I cost more than your soul!
Which is both gross and breathtakingly romantic. He could always have just gone upstairs and brushed his teeth, but he stayed and lurked by the fish for me.
No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong.
Once again, her parents’ problems had run through her life like a piece of heavy equipment, smashing everything in their way.
A pause while my mother made high-pitched sisterly devotions of gratitude.
It makes you very cool,” he said, taking big, jumping steps to get in front of me. “CNN would interview you, for sure. Daughter of Flobie! But don’t worry. I’ll keep them back!
Sometimes, life leaves you without directions, without guideposts or signs. When this happens, you just have to pick a direction and run like hell.
Running away is pretty pathetic, but it’s even worse getting caught.
Hot tea,” he said, holding the cups. “It’s just wrong.
Don-Keun was a new man. The moment they arrived, he vanished for a second. We heard muffled ecstatic screaming coming from somewhere in the back of the Waffle House kitchen, then he reappeared, his face shining with the kind of radiance usually associated with religious epiphany.
What tinfoil?” he asked.
I don’t mind bigots. You’re allowed to be bigoted, if that makes you happy. Just do it at home. And not around the children.
You’ve never told me about your love life, Scarlett. You’re a very pretty girl. You must have a boy shacked up somewhere for your personal delights. I’d bet it’s a booky one, overtones of Harry Potter and a lot of black T-shirts.