Biography
"Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real."
"If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one."
"What would you do if I kissed you right now?"I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back."
"Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better."
"You could start a fire with the heat between you two.""You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection."
"In my rush, I hadn’t tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me. He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn’t care. “There,” he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. “Now you won’t fall.”Too late."
"You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'""Sorry,"Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person."
"I hate you,"I muttered.Noah smiled wider. "I know."
"You smell good,"he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. "Really?""Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon."
"Noah shifted on the bed, and the oddest crunching sound came underneath him. I looked, really looked, at the bed for the first time."What,"I asked slowly, as I eyed the animal crackers strewn all over it, "the hell?""You were convinced they were your pets,"Noah said, not even trying to suppress his laughter. "You wouldn't let me touch them."
"You can't hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I'm in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do."
"I planted a kamikaze kiss on Jamie’s cheek.“FUCK,” he shouted, wiping it off. “What if you killed me!” He threw a Skittle at my face. It hit my forehead.“Ow!”“Taste the rainbow bitch."
"I want YOU to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don't be careful with me,"he said. "Because I won't be careful with you."
"Everyone's a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others."
"You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else."
"It doesn’t matter what we are. It matters what we do."
"Have you made any other friends since we've been here?"I gave him the death stare. "Yes, actually.""Who? I want a name.""Jamie Roth.""The Ebola kid? I heard he's a little unstable.""That was one incident."
"Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look."
"You like them,"I realized.Noah's eyebrows lifted in question."Like as people.""As opposed to...furniture?""They're my PARENTS.""That is my understanding, yes."
"There is no truth,"Stephanie said mysterously. "Only perspectives."
"I'll love you to ruins."
"He didn't look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real."
"I wish we could make out in your bed."Noah sighed. "As do I, but I'm afraid we have ritual burning to conduct.""It's always something.""Isn't it though?"
"My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel."
"I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it's one of those classics you can come back to again... and again."