It hurt when someone lies to you, and you know that. But you believe him instead because you love him.
Your friends drag you down, Gordie. Don’t you know that? … Your friends do. They’re like drowning guys that are holding onto your legs. You can’t save them. You can only drown with them.
What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want–someone to notice she was there.
No human beings, regardless of who they might be, want to look directly at their own shortcomings.
Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
…Come on let’s see the degree.
… insanity is never reasonable.
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will,” she says.
The sky is like a monochromatic contemporary painting, drawing me in with its illusion of depth, pulling me up. “Yeah, that’s true,” I say. But then after I think about it for a second, I add, “But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.
Isn’t it strange how people are selective about the truth the want to see or hear?