I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name? — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person. — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
There is no normal. I've never met a normal person. The concept is flawed. It implies that there is only one way people are… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners. — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
This kind of thing always amazed Ginny--people who just walked away from institutions. People who left school when they didn't see the point. Aunt… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
Did you hear?" he asked. "They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely." "Good morning," I replied. "Morning. Listen to… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b)… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
When I worked in theater, I was always writing things on Post-it Notes and sticking them on screens or desks. Twitter has given me… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
She had always thought applying to college would be exciting. Living away from home, meeting so many new people, Learning new things, making a… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
“Vitamin D,” Stevie said. “You need it.” “You don’t know that,” he said. “I want to eat my meat in my room with the… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
No one hid their interest when I walked into the room. I'm not sure if it was the news about Boo or my general… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
You'd been petting a stuffed dog?' she said 'A dead one?' 'It was a really well stuffed dog' I clarified. 'I have seen some… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
“When she emerged, Keith was watching the tiny round window of the under-the-counter washing machine. "Put your clothes in for a wash," he said.… — Maureen Johnson Copy Share Image
