Being with you is like clinging to a sinking raft instead of learning how to swim.
Fine,” he moped. “I hope you’re very happy together. Cute little hobbit couple with lots of roly-poly hobbit babies.” Georgie turned back to him, but didn’t stop walking away. “I’m not hobbity.
The whole world is dancing with you.
I don’t really fit in here,” she said to me one night. “But I don’t fit in any better anywhere else.” It was like she pulled the feeling right out of my heart.
He looked at me, straight into me, and I felt like I was in love with the sun.
What were they thinking when they scheduled this movie for December?” Troy said. “They weren’t thinking of us, I can tell you. May,” he said, shaking his head. “May is when you release a Star Wars movie. If this movie were a May movie, the line would already be around the block.
He probably thinks pixies are a lesser species. Half-sentient, like gnomes and Internet trolls.
It’s like asking me, ‘How would you feel if you were a frog?’ Well, I wouldn’t be me then, would I? I’d be a frog. Do frogs even have feelings?
I don’t want to love someone so much that they take up all my head, all my space.
Because, he says, it hurts to think about things that you can’t have or help. S’better not to think about it.
Surviving monsters doesn’t make you monster-proof.
We’re cool and mysterious and better-looking than any couple has a right to be.
In the right light, you are such a nerd.
I wouldn’t even have to think about it, Neal. I’d choose you. I’d choose you again and again and again. Seth is my best friend-I think he’ll always be my best friend-but you’re my future. You’re my whole life.
That’s one way I’ve bettered you. I was weak enough to give your son a chance. And look at him now – he may be dead, but he isn’t lost. He’s dark as a pitch and sharp as a blade, and he’s full of your magic. He’s a bonfire. He’d make you proud, Tasha.
But what does it even matter if my intentions are never good? My road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions – or bad – it’s just my road.
You didn’t bring it up. It’s always on my mind. In a way it’s good to talk about it. To get some of it out of my heart, even for a minute.
You like to demand explanations and then tell everyone why their explanations are crap.
He nudged his nose against hers, and their mouths fell sleepily together, already soft and open.
His eyes were that colour you can’t see in the rainbow. Indigo.