One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys. — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Waiting for Vengeance' Well, what is this? What am I coming to? And beyond that, what am I gonna do? Now there’s blankness Where… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Adam's lips are set in a grime line. I can't tell if he's about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“It’s like an ache, how much I miss them. How much I miss her. I’m so tired of missing things I don’t have” — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Whoever said that the past isn’t dead had it backward. It’s the future that’s already dead, already played out. This whole night has been… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“We drank Pepsi out of these old-fashioned bottles that Dad had found at some ancient country store, and I swear they tasted better than… — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Pero si voy a sobrevivir, no puedo nunca, jamás volver a repasar este día.” — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't. — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
“Do you honestly think that where you’re buried has any bearing on where your spirit lives?” — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
