It’s often suggested that as a culture, we’re only interested in immediate gratification. Fast food. Self-checkout. Downloadable music, movies, books. Instant coffee, instant rebates, instant messaging. Instant weight loss! Shall I go on?
Andy once clipped a magazine article about how black dogs are always the last to be adopted at shelters and, therefore, more likely to be put down. Which is totally Dog Racism, if you ask me.
Life is too short to be the same person everyday.
I finally realized how absurd it was that I’d worried so much about what my classmates thought about me. It’s not like I wanted to look like them.
I’m going to be sick. I’m going to vomit that weird eggplant tapenade I had for dinner, and everyone will hear, and no one will invite me to watch the mimes escape from their invisible boxes, or whatever it is people do here in their spare time.
Is it possible for a home to be a person and not a place? Brigette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.
The lines are careful. They reveal he pays attention. People don’t think he does, because he daydreams and skips class and neglects his homework, but when I see his drawings, I know they’re wrong.
It’s about isolation and loneliness, but it’s also about friendship. Being exactly what the other person needs.
It’s strange. Home. How I could wish for it so long, only to come back and find it gone.
But it’s a person’s imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
Holy crap. I just slept with St. Clair.
St. Clair wanders around, picking up things and examining them like I did in Meredith’s room. He inspects the collection of banana and elephant figurines lined up on my dresser. He holds up a glass elephant and raises his dark eyebrows in question.
I’ll only say this once more. I like you. I’ve always liked you. It would be wrong for me to come back into your life and act otherwise.
But, for me, yes. I have to be with Anna. But this is something you have to figure out on your own.
Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
You should show encouragement whenever you can. People try harder when they know that someone cares about them.
You read a lot. – Safer than going on a real adventure.
Foreign novels are less action-oriented. They have a different pace; they’re more reflective. They challenge us to look for the story, find the story within the story.
I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. “Is this okay?” I whisper. “Are you okay?” His reply is anguished. Honest. “I love you.”