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I'm like Courtney Love without the drugs, right? Edgy. Full of unspoken feeling.'
'You're a brick when the guy is real and in front of you.

You're funny, which you can't be if you're not smart. Dad says it's harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them smile.

I'm eclectic,' she said to the HDs once and I could see them trying to work out where she plugged in.

The stars are on the inside. They are effing beautiful.

Do many guys ask you out twice?"
"Only the ones with balls.

Kiss someone, then," I say. "Not anyone.

So I did, and after that day she took the world off my chest, lifted it so I could breathe.

I'm sick of staring at what I want, I thought. I'd do anything to hold it in my hands.

A psychic laywer is a lethal combination in a mother.

What you leave
isn't always there when you come back.

I nod so much there's a nodding festival going on.

That's what we think because we can't imagine what it's like to not exist.

Tonight's going to be one of those things that seem to last forever.

The universe must be having a slow night.

We've basically just met, so I'll say this gently. Are you completely crazy?

Second hand books have a way of travelling, sure. But what travels forward can come back.

The definition of crazy is doing something close to the same thing twice and expecting a different end.

Reaming's the only way to get you anywhere.

A psychic friend could come in very handy." I reshuffled my cards.
"I predict I will," she said.

It's harder to make someone laugh than it is to make them cry.

To win a little you have to risk something. To win big, you have to risk it all.

I liked that he had hair that was growing without a plan. A grin that came out of nowhere and left the same way.

I like to think of love as being slightly more forgiving than time.

If you don't want a generation of robots, fund the arts!

I look across at the line of the city. The nights are mean in this place, full of smog that eats the stars. 'Who does feel hope around here?

Don't go confusing stupidity with guts." -Bert

Serial killer aren't creative."
"Watch a little Dexter and get back to me on that.

The course made me think a bit, you know. That we're smart enough to get out of here. We're just too stupid to work out a way.

She looked at me with those empty eyes, and I thought, I'm going to make sure I fill them up with something.

Asking's the easy bit. Then there's everything that comes after.

Did you know that we're made up of the same matter as stars? We are nuclear energy exploding.

You're always saying people don't like you but people can't like something that's not there.

I love you too, I say. No wonder the whole world writes songs about those words.

No guts, no glory. - Bert

We didn't have a date. A date ends in a
kiss, not blood and broken cartilage.

Don't worry Corelli, girls love a guy who can cry.

She's the psychic but she can't see what's coming up: the intersection of hurt and more hurt. The blind spot there is a killer.

You threw eggs at her head. Odds are she's dumping you anyway.

Amy doesn't love you."
George says it gently--like she's sympathetically sticking a piece of glass straight through my left eye.

Death is something we shy away from, except in literature or television, when we tend to stare right at it.

She looks at me and at Dave. She looks out the curtain and strums her guitar. "Yeah," she says. "Oh yeah. This I can do.

I like how you shake
Off years of ordinary
Cover me with extraordinary
Ways of seeing I never saw before
But now I do

He looks so stupid that it cancels out my
stupid so I give in and ride and he runs
and gets on the bike after only two tries.

We were the only three people awake in a world half asleep and the air felt heavy with maybe.

His mouth dips into that freckle on my neck. Thank you, sun. Thank you, thank you, sun.

Humor without sadness is just pie in the face

It's like he's picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, See? It's beautiful.

You grabbed my arse.'
'You broke my nose.

Love and romance are things worth waiting for.

I think she likes post-apocalyptic fiction so much because she's genuinely happy at the thought that the world might end.

This did not comfort me.

He said the seconds were pouring off people, tiny glowing dots pouring from their skins, only no one could see them.

I love lying here with you, under the books.

Everything is what it is. I just wish it were something else.

We're not spending the night looking for ourselves.

We are the books we read and the things we love.

He wasn't who I thought he'd be. Mum stroked my hair and said, "Sometimes they aren't. Sometimes they make you vomit."
This did not comfort me.

I've almost seen him. And Poet, she says, and I want tot say, You have seen him and you didn't want him.

I told him he was dreaming. He told me dreaming's the only way to get anywhere.

Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Life's so much easier for them.

I am trying to bend the laws of time so I can get here five minutes earlier

You're not like other girls, you know that, right?' Ed asks.
'I've been aware of the problem,' I tell him.

Humans are strong, but if you hit them at the right point, they destruct.

You're chattier than you were two years ago. I'm not sure I like it.

A date like that makes a guy wish they would drop the bomb. Right over his house.

Nothing about art is a waste of time. It's the time wasting that gets you somewhere.

You know who Mr. Darcy is?"
"I exist, therefore I know who Mr. Darcy is.

You're lucky if romance ends in something you can add water to and rehydrate. -Lucy's mom

sometimes I just want to sit in the same place forever because I don't have the energy for another day without Cal in it.

When wanting collides with getting, that's the moment of truth. I want to collide.

He's one of the good guys,' she always said.'Just sometimes he's working undercover

I told her yeah, but there was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words like I did. And I knew.

seems like a lot of trouble for a boat that's going nowhere.

as if all the years haven't dulled that moment. She's staring at a spot of air in front of it, and I know, in that spot of air, is her son.

I'll never throw these small things away. There will never be a time when I don't want them, all the tiny parts of Cal that made a life.

I know about graffiti,' I say, and the words come out as if I'm an old lady saying she likes the hip-hop.

There was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words.

Kiss me, I think. Go on, kiss me. At least grab my arse.

I didn't say you weren't smart. I said you were stupid."
"I guess I'm too dumb to see the difference.

Sometimes, the end begins.

Where's the fire, Lucy Dervish?'
In me. Under my skin.

These must be the most depressing words in the history of love. I tried really hard to love you.

Some people aren't worth crying for.

Well, all girls called Beth are arse grabbers.

All I can tell you is to have the relationship that's good for you.

I need the shade of blue that rips your heart out. You don't see that type of blue around here.

He smells the same - peppermint and cedar and a hint of old books.

People keep calling it an accident. That snake bit me on purpose. I've named it Sneaky. Sneaky had it all planned. I saw its face.

I guess there are a lot of people who don't know the right thing to say. You don't notice them so much because they pretend they do.

But I don't believe that the future gives us signs. I think that we look back and read the past with the present in our eyes.

For a while, for as long as you're looking at it, that painting is the world and you get to be in it.

It's a different kind of missing. You're trying to remember, and he's trying to forget.

You're weird," she said, falling asleep. "But that's okay. It makes me seem normal.

So this is what water feels like, I think, the second before it can't hold on any longer. This is what it feels like, the second after it lets go.

You were right. Real is better. The truth is better. It makes you feel kind of stupid, but it's better.

A dry, bookless world. It's too bleak to even imagine.

Sometimes a memory is a thing that can't be explained using words.

I wonder how she could forget about it, a thing like that. And I wonder how she can go on living if she doesn't.

If Dave Robbie's a song, he's written in major chords.

I'm psychic," she said, and looked at me looking nervously at the lock. "Psychic. Not pshycho. I'm Jazz Parker.