But I still didn’t let myself dwell on any of the good things, you know? It’s the good things that’ll drive you mad with missing them.
And the thing about nerd culture being mainstream culture now means that there’s no place to just be a nerd among other nerds – without being reminded that you’re the nerd.
Magic separates us from the world; may nothing separate us from each other.
I have so much I want to tell you. But time is short. And my voice doesn’t carry.
She’s like Eeyore if Eeyore hung out with goats all the time instead of letting Pooh and Piglet cheer him up.
I don’t suppose I ever had the choices I thought I did.
You don’t have to laugh out loud to mock someone.
I know I usually come down here to tell you I’m sorry. But I think today I want to tell you that I’m going to be all right. Don’t let me be one of the things that keeps you from peace, Mother. I’m all right.
Maybe she feels like a jerk about leaving him at Pitch Manor on Christmas Eve. I know I do. The vibe here is very, Let’s kill a virgin and write a great Led Zeppelin album.
If you can’t trust people with nose rings to be open-minded, who’s left?
Why did you tell me it was just a kiss?” she asked, waiting for her voice to break. “I don’t even care about that other girl. I mean, I do, but not as much. Why was your first instinct to tell me that what happened between you and me didn’t matter? And why should I believe you now when you say that it did? Why should I believe anything you say?
Noel was her very best friend – even if she wasn’t his. Noel was her person.
How have I lived through so many happy endings without ever learning how to save the day?
I never thought there was a path that would lead to both of us alive.
We’re both staring at our joined hands. I can still feel his magic.
Simon, imagine what we could do with your power and my spells. We could finish the Humdrum off by dinner – and then take on hunger and world peace.
Go on, then,” he says. “Carry on, Simon.
I erase the word and start over. I’m working on the “Everything we still don’t” list. I’m tempted to write: everything important and also: whether Simon Snow is actually gay. And: whether I’ll live forever.
I want to be happy. Like, seventy to eighty percent of the time. I want to be actively, thoughtfully happy.
He’s coming into himself. And I’m coming apart.