Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.
Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.
Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.
The toes of our ratty black sneakers touched.
Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.
Mortals. Everything is so black and white to you.
This isn't going to be some freaky pagan sex thing, is it?
Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.
No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough.
Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead
Everyone under the age of sixty called it the War Between the States, while everyone over sixty called it the War of Northern Aggression, as if somehow the North had baited the South into war over a bad bale of cotton.Read
Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them, Ethan.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me and a lonely you.
I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid.
She had the power to destroy. I had only seen the power to love. When you discovered both, who could figure out what to do with that?
Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.
I couldn't sit by and watch them try to take her down. Not her.
She looked up at me, and the whole world disappeared. Like there was just us, like there would always be just us, and we didn't need magic for that. It was sort of happy and sad, all at the same time. I couldn't be around her without feeling things, without feeling everything.
Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs?
I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.
She was wearing a purple T-shirt, with a skinny black dress over it that made you remember how much of a girl she was, and trashed black boots that made you forget.
Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future. Just ask Ray Bradbury.
I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.
So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?
You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.
I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.
Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.
You can't jump off a cliff when you've already fallen off a bigger one.
If a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it's jewelry.
Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic.
You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either your some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?
I'm afraid. I know L. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't. What if you do. I'll wait for you. Even if I'm dark? Even if you're very very dark.
The guy thought he was Mick Jagger. I felt bad for him.
You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.
I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers.
The guys were going down one road, and I was going down another.
You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.
In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.
The right thing and the easy thing are never the same. No one knew that better than Macon.
You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.
It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.
The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.
It was like being born in Germany after World War II, being from Japan after Pearl Harbour, or America after Hiroshima. History was a bitch sometimes. You couldn't change where you were from. But still, you didn't have to stay there. You didn't have to stay stuck in the past, like the ladies in the DAR, or the Gatlin Historical Society, or the Sisters. And you didn't have to accept that things had to be the way they were, like Lena. Ethan Carte Wate hadn't, and I couldn't either.
The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.
Any book is a Good Book, and wherever they keep the Good Book safe is also the House a the Lord.
It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.
The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?
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