I feel like Amy wanted people to believe she really was perfect. And as we got to be friends, I got to know her. And she wasn’t perfect. You know? She was brilliant and charming...
I hadn’t gone to Andover, or Horace Mann or Eton. My high school had been the average kind, and I’d been the best student there. Such was not the case at Eli. Here, I was...
We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land.
Once you start, you just can’t stop.
Whether people need nature or not, it was clear that nature needed people. But perhaps nature needs us like a hostage needs her captors: nature needs us not to annihilate her, not to run her...
Together me and Amy are Jaramy. Pearl Jam wrote a song about us speaking in class.
Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.
Amy, she’s got a memory like an elephant, and a body like a meow.
I don’t know if anyone can ever really explain why they believe in someone. But I do. I believe in you. I hope that’s worth something.
He pulled out a dagger from … she wasn’t sure where. Did he have that in his loin cloth? What else does he have in there? (Amy’s thoughts, The Witching Pen)
I’m crazy about him and I’m crazy without him!
He stood and looked at me for a moment, taking in my outfit. “You look hot.””What? Me?” I stammered, completely flummoxed.”Yeah,” he said, still looking at me.”Oh. Um, thank you. I mean, not that you...
Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of her...
Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I’ve a right to be hurt, I don’t intend to show it. (Amy March)
—Louisa May Alcott
Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you’ll never forget the sound of her voice.
Never regret trusting someone. It proves you have a heart. But if he turns out to be a lying worm … I’m not going to waste my time crying. Because I am way too fabulous...
The Amy of today was abrasive enough to want to hurt, sometimes. I speak specifically of the Amy of today, who was only remotely like the woman I fell in love with. It had been...
I g-g-guess…I’m dead?” she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin.For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then:”Hi, Dead. I’m Dan.
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