Quotes from Andrea Portes

There's no marker on the entrance to this entire complex, or on many of the buildings, but if there was I would call this one "Super Secret Spy Swimming Complex", or SSSSC, for short.

Second, I will venture to Café Treplev, which is a hidden, wooden, book-lined restaurant that looks more like someone's personal library I would like to one day have in my imaginary mansion on the cliff with Gael. Oh, you don't have an imaginary mansion on the cliff? Fine. You can come over to mine. But don't steal the soaps.

I miss my room. I miss my bed. I miss being a little punk with no care in the world, giving two fucks about it, just looking for trouble. I guess I found it.

Tea. Why are the Brits so obsessed with tea? Anything happens... "Put the kettle on." A death in the family. "Put the kettle on." Tornado. "Put the kettle on." Nuclear war. "Put the kettle on.

Well, I'm sorry. Again. For like the millionth time. If there's anything I can do ... I'd offer to pay for your dry cleaning, but you're wearing a T-shirt, and that's just, like weird - I mean, who dry-cleans their T-shirts?

I wonder if this is specific to me, or if everyone feels this way at a certain point. Are we all just sitting around pretending to be normal? Pretending not to go through a thousand different emotions in the span of half an hour? I really can't be the only one feeling this way. I mean, I doubt I can be. I hope I can't be.

You see, my conscious mind is really quite good at squashing down any unwanted thought and burying it under the rug. But my unconscious mind, my dreaming mind, well, that's where the trouble is.

Hum. Talvez isso aqui seja o purgatório. E a gente simplesmente não sabe. Espera um minuto. Talvez isso aqui seja o inferno. Não, não, não pode ser o inferno. Tem flores demais. E pôr do sol. E o meu pai. Ele nunca estaria no inferno. Mas quem sabe estamos perto do inferno. Tipo em Nova Jersey.

That was my mom. It was like all the terrible things in the world manifested in her into a rebellion against darkness. A defiant exuberance... There is no way on earth, no God so cruel, no fate so callous, that it would let this particular spirit perish.

Pedaling fast fast fast, this is my only chance to stop it. This is the place where it looks like everything is gonna go horribly wrong and there's no hope, but then because it's a movie there is hope after all and there is a surprise that changes everything and everyone breathes a sigh of relief and everybody gets to go home and feel good about themselves and maybe fall asleep in the car.

About as defiant as a girl can be with her mouth gagged, her arms pinned and her legs spread wide open