When I get out of this hospital, you and I are going to sit down and have a very long chat, Susannah, about proper mediation techniques. I don’t know about this habit of yours of just walking up and punching the poor souls in the face.
The thing about secrets, though, is that they get out. And trust me, if you’ve got a secret, eventually, it’s going to get out.
Her name is Feather. Feather is apparently very famous for choreographing several hit Broadway shows. She also must be pretty hard up for cash if she’d agree to choreograph a snoozer like Braid! But whatever.
Read and write all the time. Never stop sending out your stuff. If you’re constantly writing and sending stuff out, eventually someone will bite.
Guys always admire girls who look as if any minute they might punch another girl in the mouth. We.
I wasn’t about to admit to him that I’d never had a boyfriend. You just don’t go around saying things like that to totally hot guys, even if they’re dead.
Be like Grace: Wear large, dark glasses and a filmy scarf over your hair next time you go out in public. People will totally wonder who the mysterious beauty is, standing in line behind them at Blockbuster.
See, my special gift is that I’m a mediator. I help guide the tortured souls of the newly dead to their afterlife destinations-wherever that happens to be-generally by cleaning up whatever messes they left behind when the croaked.
If there are three words in the English language worse than “Got a minute?” they can only be “About last night...
Father Dominic, however is a way better mediator than I am. Well, maybe not better. But different, certainly. See, he really feels that ghosts are best handled with gentle guidance and earnest advice-same as the living. I’m more in favor of a sort of get-to-the-point approach that tends to involve my fists.
When Louie is upset with us for, say, forgetting to feed him, he eats any socks he might find lying around.
On the elevator there was a man whose job it is just to work the elevator. He rides in it up and down all day, so the rich people don’t have to tire themselves out, pushing all the buttons. I bet he gets carsick. I looked around, but I didn’t see any throw-up. They probably take the bucket away when no one is looking.
Get Mom to stop hanging bras on bedroom doorknob.
Art.” Dauntra nodded. “Sure. I can’t believe a guy gets paid to show off his goods, and people call it art.
We have to face difficulties to find out what our true strengths are. How we come back from a failure is a very valuable test.
The practice does lose its charm if overused –.
I’m going to fall in love with someone else just as soon as I can. I swear. But in the meantime, is it so wrong that I enjoy his company?
Am I the only one who recalls that Seth Turner used to think trees give off cold air because when you stand in the shade it’s cooler than in the sun?
No! It isn’t fair! Rachel is EVERYONE’S type! I mean, she’s attractive and athletic and well put together and successful and went to Yale and is making a difference in the world. What about ME? What about nice girls like me, who are just... well, nice? What about the nice girls? How are we supposed to compete with all of these competent, athletic, shower-taking girls, with their diplomas and their Palm Pilots and their teeny tiny butts?
Okay, the cops are gone. I explained about my mother and her obsession with the transvestite killer. They didn’t even get that mad.