“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
“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 self-assured. I open my eyes. "Why would you ask me that?" "Because I don't understand. We're so different." I reach around the side of his face. Once again, I wipe fresh beads of sweat from his… — Jessica Warman Copy Share
“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, I hear his voice. Will is my only brother. Without each other - without the invisible thread that binds us together, no matter how weak or frayed it becomes - we are simply drifting, all alone,… — Jessica Warman Copy Share
“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, my attention still focused on Richie. "It's the sharpest pencil in the box." "Right." Alex nods. "Except you are a sheep. I'm not stupid, I just adjusted the metaphor to fit your persona-" "Oh, shut up.… — Jessica Warman Copy Share
“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
