Debbie was one of those parents who still hadn’t quite grasped that using the internet was not exactly wizardry, and that we could all find anything online.
You can only spend so long in a bathroom without arousing suspicion. Over a half an hour, and people are staring at the door, wondering about you.
Let it snow and snow and bury me. Very funny, Life.
Some guys surprise you like that.
This realization burned.
Yeah,” Nate said. “I guess it would be like that if I could go somewhere in a book. I always wanted stories to be real, so I started writing my own. That seemed to make it more real.
The words seemed to come from a place deep inside me, far beyond the place where I stored them, past the ideas.
My entrance brought a little light to his eyes.
Back in Pittsburgh, if someone had infiltrated the library with fifty squirrels, that person would have been hailed as a hero. But Ellingham was full of library lovers, and there was the feeling in the air that this was, perhaps, a bridge too far. You could be naked, you could scream and hang out on the roof, but you do not mess with the place with the books.
Paris seemed to make good on the promise it made in every photograph of it she’d ever seen.
I just think you get me,” she said. “I do,” he said, shrugging. “We have a limited emotional vocabulary. We’re indoor kids.
Murderers aren’t a type. They’re anyone.
It’s been a long week,” Nate said. “Don’t leave again. Don’t leave me with these people.” “Which people?” “Any people.” “I don’t count as people?” “Of course not,” he said. “It’s been all feelings and love. I want to go back to numbness and avoidance. You’re great at that stuff.
Two students had approached Leonard while he was staring at the painting, a boy and a girl. The boy was beautiful – his hair genuinely golden, a color poets wrote about but rarely saw. The girl had a smile like a dangerous question. The first thing that struck Leo was how alive they looked. In contrast to the surroundings, they were bright and flushed.
Things around here have deviated from the usual.
We kind of wanted the going-out, shopping, prom-going type, and we got this weird, creepy one, and we love it but what is it talking about, ever? Sometimes Stevie felt bad for her parents. Their idea of what constituted interesting was so limited. They were never going to have as much fun as she did.
Campers screamed when they swam and played and sometimes simply for the sake of screaming.
Funny how the world shifts when you’re in the same space with your friends. The air is energized, the light is warmer.
And then the surface beneath us just went away.
She never drank tea at home. Tea was for England.