It felt like the most important thing now was to run, the most important place was away.
She liked to talk about things that mattered. She was wholehearted, and fierce.
I’ll tell her, I’ll change her mind – how can she say that there’s no such thing as happy endings? That’s all I’ve ever been working towards. The happy ending is when things are going to begin for me.
Sometimes she wondered if the shape of his eyes affected how he saw things.
Her dad wouldn’t even let her see the prequels. He said she was too young. And then, when she grew up, he said they were too terrible. “They’ll just corrupt your love of Star Wars,” he said. “I wish I could unsee them.
Is it so bad?” he asked. “It’s not me.” “Of course it’s you.” “I just, I look like I’m in costume. Like I’m trying to be something that I’m not.” Like she was trying to be pretty and popular. It was the trying part that was so disgusting.
Baz!” I yell. “No! You’re flammable!” “So is everything!” he shouts back at me. “Baz!
And when she told us her wedding song – of course, they’ve already picked their wedding song, and of course, it’s “What a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong – I said that choosing that song is the sonic equivalent of buying picture frames and never replacing the photos of the models.
What’s a Triangle House?” Cath asked. “It’s an engineering fraternity,” Wren said. “So they, like, get drunk and build bridges?” “They get drunk and design bridges. Want to come?
He was good. He was good, and she didn’t want to lose him.
I can feel Snow’s eyes on the back of my head. I can smell his magic. Smoky. Sticky. Like green wood in a campfire. The people sitting around us are getting stupid and drunk from it. I watch Bunce try to shake it off – she’s glaring at him. He’s glaring at me.
It was Dr. Manning who first coined the term, I remember. He visited the hole in Lancashire and described it as ’an insidious humdrum, a mundanity that creeps into your very soul.
Life is the horse.
Am I going to die?” he asked. “I hope so,” Justin said.
Seriously?” she said. “That was so lame.” “I know,” he said, turning to her. “Next time, I’ll just say, ‘Eleanor, follow me down this dark alley, I want to kiss you.’” She.
And she thought about winning. About how she was letting this win, whatever this was – the crazy inside of her. Cath, zero. Crazy, one million.
No matter what happens,” Park said, “I love you.
It’s still romantic,” Christine said, “falling in love with someone for who she is and what she says and what she believes in. It’s actually much more romantic than her crush on you, which would have to be almost completely physical. You might be nothing like she thinks you are.
She was saying yes to the moment, not to him.
Loving Simon isn’t something one does alone or once a year at a convention – for thousands of fans of all ages, loving Simon Snow is nothing less than a lifestyle.