“So anyway! That’s how Arthur shows his emotions. He doesn’t. He reads books instead. So when he does even a little thing,… — Hannah Johnson Books Copy Share Image
“Or, well, okay, the way Cora phrased it was, “You’re just like, oh my God, die, you fucking cocksucker scarf, screw this… — Hannah Johnson Oh my god Copy Share Image
“I think,” I say, shifting my gaze to the ceiling so I don’t have to experience the torment of saying this directly… — Hannah Johnson Long time Copy Share Image
“I feel stupidly flustered right now. “Okay, well, he’s still just like – and then there’s his friggin’ eyelashes—” “You noticed his… — Hannah Johnson Right now Copy Share Image
“Has ‘crunk’ achieved true word status yet? Are we there yet, as a race of sentient beings?” — Hannah Johnson Copy Share Image
“Howie?” Arthur says. “What?” “Why do you want me to freak out?” He asks it sort of gently, which makes it worse… — Hannah Johnson Long time Copy Share Image
“You know, I don’t think it’s worth it to deny yourself happiness just so you can stay faithful to the person you… — Hannah Johnson Happiness Copy Share Image
“You’re not allowed to freeze your ears off. All of the other mothers will make fun of me for having the bizarre… — Hannah Johnson Greater good Copy Share Image
“He gives me a slight smile. I simultaneously want to, like, build shrines to it and punch it off his face. It’s… — Hannah Johnson Copy Share Image
“I could probably be into goats, sexy style, and [my mom] still wouldn’t use it against me. She’d want me to achieve… — Hannah Johnson Home for the holidays Copy Share Image
“That chapstick that you’re wearing,” Arthur says after a few seconds, his smile broadening, “is that pink banana?” — Hannah Johnson Copy Share Image
