Currently Reading Second Helpings: A Novel By Megan Mccafferty see related

work in progress...

sorry it's been so long!!!
and i really don't have enough of my own quotes written right now to warrant a new entry (i'll post one when i do) so for now i'm gonna put some quotes from a book. (again - i know, i'm sorry, but it's an amazing book!!!!!)

That's what's wrong with our society, we've all grown so content to sit on our asses and settle for what comes easy.


There is much fun to be had upsetting too-uptight, politically correct people.


It's a lot easier to have a crush on me when you don't know what a total psycho I am.

"What is it about him that makes you, like, totallly lose your shit?"
I wish I knew.  It's more than the way hes seems to make things so complicated, yet helps me see things so clearly, like through new eyes.  It's more than the fact that he is the only guy I have ever almost had sex with.
It's probably because I know there is now way we will ever be together.


She's the only one here who knows how, despite my guilt, and how tired I am of being toyed with, I can't stop thinking about him.


Or am I just irreversibly fucked up?

It all sounded very, very sweet, yet very, very distressing.  I mean, imagine discovering that your ninety-year-old grandmother has a better shot at getting laid than you do.  Not a pretty picture, now, is it?


I don't want things to go "back to normal."  I want things to be better than back to normal, because normal was never good enough for me.


I started thinking about that nice boy who tooke me out last New Year's Eve.  If my mom had any clue that I almost became his forty-somethingth sexual conquest in the backseat of his 1979 fossil-burner, she wouldn't think he was so nice, now, would she?

I was a portrait of rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed bliss.  I was happy then, and it wasn't a matter of choice.  Happiness chose me.


This was so him to just come over here, on a totally random night, after arely speaking to me for nine months, and just pick up where he had left off, messing with my mind.


She laughed. "If you were getting laid, you wouldn't be so, like, tense."

Most times, I think about how uch easier my life would be if I could just fall madly, passionately in love with Len already.  The end result - our mad, passionate love - would more than make up for its less-than-romantic roots.  Falling madly, passionately in love with Len would compensate perfectly for the fact that I only let him into my life to annoy Marcus, who, I'll repeat, just for the sake of clarity, doesn't really want us to be together, but only wants to make it seem like he wants us to be together, for reasons I can only attribute to the brain-fry incurred from his falling into one K-hole too many in middle school.


It was a very sweet thing for him to say.  And if he felt like kissing me, it would have been the perfect moment for him to do it.  But he didn't.


I read that temporary teenage insanity can be attributed to an overproduction of cells in the cerebral cortex, the "thinking" part of the brain.  Our gray matter gets all clogged with new cells and we can't possibly make a rational decision.
Combine brains gone all gunky with cells with bods jacked up on hormones and it's no wonder we drink and drug and screw and get body parts pierced that should be nowhere near a man wielding a gigantic needle.

The way I see it, if you're going to die, and you will eventually, you might as well die happy.


When I really want something, I mean, really really want something, I just can't believe that I'll ever actually get it.  I think that's why I so rarely really, really want something.  I try not to address my desires.  If I deny, deny, deny, then I have no reason to be disappointed when I don't get it.


Quite frankly, I don't know how I would describe what happened between us if I was hooked up to a polygraph.

Not to get all philosophical, but what is reality anyway, when no two people can ever see the same thing in the same exact way?  Reality is a lot more subjective than people like to think it is.  People like Len want to believe that there are definitive answers to everything because it gives the illusion of order in what is really just a crazy, chaotic, messed-up world.  When it comes down to it, isn't reality just a matter of one person's opinion versus another's?


It was good that you gave him a chance, even though it didn't work out.  You had to exercise that part of your brain, the part that lets you fall for someone, otherwise you'd never be able to fall in love with anyone.


"All you have to do is be yourself," Mac told me last summer.  But anyone who has been to high school knows that being yourself is probably the most impossible thing in the world.

It's so much easier to convince yourself you're madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.


In high school being too nice can get you in more trouble than being a bitch.


Whenever I look forward to anything, it ends ups sucking.  The buildup inevitably leads to a letdown.  It's safer to lowball my way through life.

As we kissed, it was as if I were returning to somewhere safe.  We kissed, and it was like coming home after a long, grueling odyssey.  He and I kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and I never wanted to leave this familiar place again.


I kissed him, but do I know him any better now than I did before?  Not at all.  I only know the Game Master, but that's not really him.  He doesn't know me any better now, either.  I wasn't really me when we were fogging up the bathroom mirror.


It started me thinking about how little you can actually get to know about a person.  You can talk to someone, spend time with that person, share experiences and emotions and bond in all the ways that we like to think we're bonding or whatever, but it still doesn't get you any closer to someone's secret self.  All couples through the ages have been kidding themselves.  No one ever really gets to know anyone in this world.  It's a collective delusion that makes love (or lust, for that matter) possible.

How do you react to something like that?  How?  How do you react when you find out the exact opposite of what you've been telling yourself is true?  Let's get more specific: How do I react when I find out that he still wants me after all?  Or maybe he doesn't and this is just another move in the Game?  How do I react when I have no clue if he is for real?


I've learned that you can't control what other people are going to think about you.  The best you can do in life is not piss yourself off.


And you want to know the goddiggitydamnest thing?

--second helpings
            by: megan mccafferty

Currently Reading You Remind Me of Me: A Novel By Dan Chaon see related

book quotes!!!

so i have this obsession of writing down my favorite quotes from books that i read in a notebook and seeing as i haven't updated in a long time i'd figure i'd share some of my favorites with you all in the next week or so because i know if you like some of the quotes i like you'll appreciate the passages i have here. hell - maybe you'll even find a new favorite book outta this all! i'll even add some pictures to this one too!!!

you remind me of me
-dan chaon

"It was those pale blue eyes, malamute eyes, the oddly alert, wary posture. It was the shy yet somehow wolfish grin he'd beam out sometimes, a grin that those teenaged girls semed to think of as pre-sexy, imagining that in a few years it would evolve into something horny an devastating. And that deep laugh--a laugh that made the stirred-up girls lift their heads and stare for a moment. Troy didn't laugh often, but when he did, it wasn't like the laughter of any ten-year-old boy they'd encountered. He sounded like he was more experienced than he was--a whisper of male prowess, cockiness tinted at the edge with something like melancholy, and they flicked their eyes at one another, amused and yet uncertain: Where had he learned to make a sound like that? They exchanged private looks--suppressed turns of the mouth, slight widening of their eyes, almost imperceptible movement of brows. Troy noticed this, but didn't know what it meant." (18)

"She reads: 'I'm so far from everything. From normality. From light. From where I want to be.' She closes the book and sits staring at her fingers, which don't seem like her own fingers. It was exactly the wrong book to be reading at the moment, she thinks, though on second thought, a happy book, an optimistic, escapist book would be even worse." (29)

"It made him sad to think of the baby gathering information--a mind, a soul, slowly solidifying around these impressions, coming to understand cause and effect, coming out of a blank fog into reality. Into a reality. The true terror, Jonah thought, the true mystery of life was not that we are all going to die, but that we were all born, that we were all once little babies like this, unknowing and slowly reeling in the world, gathering it loop by loop like a ball of string. The true terror was that we once didn't exist, and then, through no fault of our own, we had to." (79)

"Nora is quiet. What is there to say to such stories? They seem ridiculous but beautiful. Who wouldn't want to believe that a girl could plan such a gambit, worthy of a spy? Who wouldn't want to believe that there was a boyfriend out there, an eternally faithful boy perhaps with a flatbed pickup, the exhaust pouring out as you poised yourself over the sharp spines of the fence, the boy calling Jump! Jump! I love you baby! as your legs coiled and you prepared to leap into the crisp snowy air like a horse across an impossible chasm." (89)

"She talked to him like she was a former lover whou still like him a little bit but knew his ways too well." (151)

"She exuded a certain kind of goodness. There was a kindhearted inocence to her: She worried about other people's sadness and suffering and wanted to do what was right. She once confided to Troy that she thought people, all people, were basically good at heart, and Troy had looked at her wryly." (154)

"And he grinned at her, a wolfish grin, his lips jutting out a little, hearty and cocky and tinged at the edges with a hint of sadness." (259)

"He wants to notice a piece of the world every day, something beautiful or funny or strange, that he can think about. He wants to be content most of the time." (292)

"In between, there were many great cities, and millions of people, but that didn't comfort him very much. It didn't seem to matter really." (296)

"I don't have anywhere to go, he imagined himself saying. I want to go home but I don't know where that is. He winced at how pathetic it sounded, how self-pitying. What could she possibly say to that? What could she do to help him?" (298)

"'He loved you a lot, you know,' she said. And Jonah had watched as her eyes grew a film of water, as she looked past his face, out the window. 'It's kind of dangerous, to be loved that much by somebody. It's hard to recover from it. It's not as if you're going to run across someone else who feels that intensely about you.'" (314)

"I got you back. The best thing that could ever happen to me has already happened." (352)

"How can it be possible? she wonders. How can you come to understand your life when even the beginning is so complicated: a single cell imprinted with the color of your eyes and the shape of your face, the pattern on your palm and the moods that will shadow you through your life. How can you be alive when every choice you make breaks the world into a thousand filaments, each careless step branching into long tributaries of alternate lives, shuddering outward and outward like sheet lightning." (354-5)

"She just wants a second chance, she thinks. She just wants to be able to think a moment before she takes another step into her life, to pause and trace along the edges of the people she might become, but already they are putting a plastic mask over her face, already they are talking to her about breathing and bearing down, and she doesn't know what she wants yet. She doesn't know." (356)

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