“Him,” he points. “With the blue Chucks.” “Unacceptable.” “Pourquoi?” “He’s barn owl-y.” “Fine. Inkblot T-Shirt?” “Pretentious.” “So? I love pretentious people!” “Why?” “They try so hard to be interesting, you don’t have to do any work.” — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“I want to make a sweater out of this week and wrap myself up in it until it falls apart.” — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“There’s something about his face when he smiles, like he’s a stained-glass window with sun beaming through.” — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“It’s fandom, Bran. Getting butthurt over nothing is practically a sacrament.” — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“Pretentious." "So? I love pretentious people!" "Why?" "They try so hard to be interesting, you don't have to do any work.” — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“Because here’s the thing. We can do a lot in thirty-five days.” He sat on the bed and pulled her down next to him.… — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“... Brandon's going to talk to a B-O-Y, and -" "What?" "That's your assignment tonight. You converse in public with a boy. You've heard… — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“Honestly, I don’t think people ever get un-screwed-up. I think it’s just, how well can you pretend to be someone else, and how long.” — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“You can stop waiting, you know,' she says. 'For what?' 'For God to strike you down.” — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“I step up on the little wooden bridge that arches over the huge clear koi pond in the lobby. The blue and gray tiles… — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
“I mean, if no one knows for sure what God's like, then why don't you just believe the people who think he's all rainbows… — j.c. lillis Copy Share Image
“ Status: Naked. On bed. With boy. Systems overheating. Sudden doubts multiplying. Meltdown imminent. ” — J.C. Lillis Copy Share Image
