Bennett Madison Quotes

When is nothing special the most important thing? When it's the only thing. Where we come from, beauty is so ordinary that we don't even know we are beautiful.

It's hard to explain. Say there's this thing you want, this thing that seems more important than everything, this thing you've been waiting for because it will make you into something else. And then you get a chance at it and it's almost as if you don't want to change. Because you'll miss the person you were before" -Sam

Say there's this thing you want, this thing that seems more important than everything, this thing you've been waiting for because it will make you into something else. And then you get a chance at it and it's almost as if you don't want to change. Because you'll miss the person you were before.

I tried to find a word for it in my thesaurus, but there isn't one. At least, not one that doesn't belittle the plight of POWs and victims of famine. I guess we can just call it beyond suck. -Lulu Dark

And an ocean can swallow you, even when you can swim.

The moral of the story here is that if you're ever offered anything that seems like it might lead to sex, there is no turning back. You just have to take it as it comes or you will remain a virgin for life.

The world rushes through us. We are peaceful. We are as deep and black as space. Staring up at the stars, we see only our own image reflected back at us.
We are infinite and we are ravenous.

We are renters and borrowers and, in the end, only thieves.

The summer following the winter that my mother took off into something called Women's Land for what I could only guess would be all eternity, my father decided that there was no choice but for him to quit his despised job and take me and my brother to the beach for at least the entire summer and possibly longer.

Jeff is the annoying kind of Scrabble player who plays a lot of obscure two-letter words that shouldn't count but for whatever reason are considered legitimate. My father is the annoying kind of Scrabble player who takes hours with his turn and then plays deliberately misspelled words that no one has the heart to call him out on. I am the perfect Scrabble player, both serious and considerate. Obviously I lost by a lot.

Because isn't the whole point of loving someone–being in love with someone–that you understand her as well as you understand yourself? Isn't loving someone almost like becoming that person, and them becoming you? I mean, isn't that the point, at least in a way?

She was different and the same, and I had known her insofar as you can really know anyone, which is to say not much.

Being a man is bullshit; maybe trying to be a man had been the problem all along. At a certain point you just have to trust someone. Even if it's only yourself.

The minute you think you're safe is the same minute you're fucked.