“I bring the leftovers to rehearsal, and Ms. Albright lets us have a cake picnic on the stage. And by cake picnic, I mean… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
When I read, I don't need a character to look like me, act like me, or think like me. I don't need to have… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“You don’t get to say it’s not a big thing. This is a big fucking thing, okay? This was supposed to be—this is mine.… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
I think we're all a little bit caught up in the drama inside our own heads. — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“I wish there were a secret signal you could use to communicate: HELLO. I AM OFFICIALLY COOL WITH SILENCE. Not” — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“It’s really amazing, isn’t it? Someone can trigger your sexual identity crisis and not have a clue they’re doing it.” — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“Leah has a girlcrush on Jenny Lewis. You can't not have a crush on Jenny Lewis. I'm twenty years younger than her and unquestionably… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“Same first name as a president and an obscure comic book character. Half-Jewish. Excellent grammar. Easily nauseated. Likes Reese's and Oreos (i.e. not an idiot). Divorced parents. Big brother to a fetus. Dad lives in Savannah. Dad's an English teacher. Mom's an epidemiologist. The problem is, I'm beginning to realize I hardly know anything about anyone. I mean I generally… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share
“And suddenly, I feel like crying, but not in a bad way. More like in the way you feel when someone gives you a… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“I catch a sudden glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room. It's the weirdest thing. My hair is unbrushed. I'm wearing what… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
