Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is a liar?Oh, no, not at all. I'm saying your daughter is a liar. Surely you can appreciate the difference.
Well? Is it true? Did she?Did she what?You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?
You climbed into my window in the middle of the night. So, either you're some kind of Vampire or some kind of Perv. Which is it?
You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?” Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. “Hey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin’ your chain.” He looked away. “Are you doin’ it now? You're doin’ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head.” He backed away from me and into the bookshelf.“I can't read your mind, you idiot.
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.
I'll never love you anymore than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than Ido, right this second.
I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.
Nobody the dead man & Nobody the livingNobody is giving in & Nobody is givingNobody hears me but just Nobody caresNobody fears me but Nobody just staresNobody belongs to me & Nobody remainsNo Nobody knows nothingAll that remains are remains
I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma.You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.
Hey, Ethan.Yeah?Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.He grinned and shot the ball. It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.
We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.
Wait, I got it. We, uh, won the battle and lost the war, or was it the other way around? 'Cause around here, it's hard to tell sometimes.
Stairway to Hell or Yellow Brick Road? Why don't you give your Magic 8 Ball a shake and see if it's ready to play again.
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.
There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.
Life without Ethan was something worse than a nightmare.It was real.So real that I refused to believe it.
But I was beginning to feel like it all fit together, the same way everything in the bowl ends up in the bisquits, as Amma would say.
My mother was lost to me, but I wasn’t lost. She had anchored me, to Amma, my father, Link, Gatlin, before she left. I felt her in the streets, my house, the library, even the pantry.
My body was jerking and shaking, and I remembered John when he was in the Tunnels with Lena. The weird jerking and twitching he seemed unable to control.Was this what it felt like to be in the grip of Abraham Ravenwood?
The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.