“I’m used to the other kind of party. The kind where you get to someone’s house and their mom shows you down to the basement, and there’s junk food and Apples to Apples and a bunch of people randomly singing.… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“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… — Becky Albertalli Copy Share Image
“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
