“I’m all about that shit.” Mom shoots me the Disapproving-Mom-Subtle-Lip-Frown. “I’m all about that poop,” I correct delicately.” — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“What about your funeral, eh?” She asks. “You mean the one that is never going to happen ever because I am going to gather… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“Is it? Because that picture of me was taken by my old school's yearbook club, and they put it in the section titled 'STUDENT… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“People like you - you don't find very often. He'll be back." "And when he comes back, I will behead him." I announce. "You'll… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“you, Mr. Bernard,”. “Last time I checked they don’t pay you to ogle teenage girls. They pay you to teach. So start teaching.” Mr.… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“Yvette informs me janitors cannot fly. Vampires, however, can. "Vampires are gross," I determine. "Have you even read Twilight?" "I've read so many things… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“Hogwarts didn't even send me a letter and I haven't actually forgiven them for that. Wait until I go to London and find Platform… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“Ello, love. Fancy a cuppa?" "You're not British, Isis," Naomi says. "I can be things," I insist.” — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“It’s okay, buddy!” I shade my eyes and look up at the sky. “Luckily for you, I am both stunningly good-looking and benevolent. I… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
“How many shots did you take?” “Fourteen. I let go of the wheel halfway home and Jesus drove me the rest of the way.”… — Sara Wolf Copy Share Image
