“Somehow she always seems blurred, as though to focus on anything that exists beyond a canvas might prove too difficult for her tiny frame to handle. When I was a very little girl, whenever she made me angry, I would… — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“Liz?" "Hmmm?" "Why do you care about me?" The question seems to startle me. It's uncharacteristic for Richie, who is usually so cool and… — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“But I know he'll call, no matter what shape he's in. Even when I hate him, I love him. Even when he stops calling,… — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“He can't hear you." Alex sighs. "You aren't the sharpest sheep in the barn, are you?" "That's not even the right metaphor," I snap,… — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“Why should they bother to go grocery shopping? It's not like their son needs to eat or anything like that.” — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“A person’s character, I realize, is never black-and-white. There is so much gray.” — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“My favorite uncle was gay,” she says, “and he doesn’t like to dance, either.” She looks at Chad. “I don’t like that word. Fag.… — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“I guess everybody deserves to have their own secrets, if they really want them that badly.” — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“It’s like they don’t even know how to stand beside each other without one groping the other. Their clinginess has always annoyed me.” — Jessica Warman Copy Share Image
“Cops, I've learned, are like vampires; they can't come in unless you invite them.” — jessica warman Copy Share Image
