Jessica Warman Quotes

He can't hear you." Alex sighs. "You aren't the sharpest sheep in the barn, are you?"
"That's not even the right metaphor," I snap, my attention still focused on Richie. "It's the sharpest pencil in the box."
"Right." Alex nods. "Except you are a sheep. I'm not stupid, I just adjusted the metaphor to fit your persona-"
"Oh, shut up. Richie!" I scream again. Alex shakes his head.

Teenagers, as everyone knows, tend to believe they are immortal.

I remember my brother as such a gentle and loving child, the best big brother a girl could hope for, but I remember when I started to sense our family's world tilting on its axis, the kaleidoscope turning, when things started to go wrong. From then on, it was like we were still ourselves, but our lives played out as though reflected back to us from a funhouse mirror.

It occurs to me now that it isn't that I was always certain there was no truth to the rumor; it was that I didn't want to acknowledge the possibility there could be any truth to it.

Just like every other year, there's a kind of death in the air as the summer is squelched by autumn. It is a lonely feeling.

I guess everybody deserves to have their own secrets, if they really want them that badly.

You know, I believe that people need to find what they love to do most in the world, what they're best at, and then they need to use that ability to make the world better.

My father is an apparition, and my mother is semiconscious.

There was never any question, not for either of us, that we'd stay together after high school. Richie Wilson was the love of my life.

You know what my friends and I used to call girls like you? Girls who had everything handed to them on a silver platter, who only cared about how they looked and who was dating the most popular guy?"
"What?"
His grin grows wider. "We called you bitches. You girls were straight-up bitches.

It's like they don't even know how to stand beside each other without one groping the other. Their clinginess has always annoyed me.

A person's character, I realize, is never black-and-white. There is so much gray.

My favorite uncle was gay," she says, "and he doesn't like to dance, either." She looks at Chad. "I don't like that word. Fag. Don't use it, okay?

I realise now that I wanted to disappear. To get so lost that nobody ever found me. To go so far away that I'd never be able to make my way home again. But I have no idea why.

I'm not mean, I'm honest. Nobody is ever straightforward. But sometimes people need to hear the truth.

Ad astra per aspera- From the mud to the stars