Quotes from Robyn Schneider

I finally got up around noon, after having decided that, as far as monogamous relationships go, I could probably do worse than marrying my bed.

I knew what is was like to have people stare at you with pity. For everyone's gaze to follow you through the hallways as though you were marked by tragedy and no longer belonged. And I could understand why she hadn't wanted that.

The life you pan isn't the life that happens again

If everything really does get better, the way everyone claims, then happiness should be graphable. You draw up an X axis and a Y axis, where a positive slope represents a positive attitude, plot some points, and there you go. But that's crap, because better isn't quantifiable.

It was like Latham: sometimes the point wasn't being the best, because it didn't mean you had the best life, or the best friends, or the best time.

The perfect soundtrack for my personal hell.

Being temporary doesn't make something matter any less, because the point isn't for how long, the point is that it happened.

Nothing lasts, even this awesome floaty feeling. We all reach for whatever we think is going to dull the pain, and sometimes we don't even want whatever it is, we just want to not be miserable, you know?

But knowing the first step will get you knowhere - it's what comes after that determines the result.

Art is Pain,' I said, mock-seriously. 'And so is life,' Charlie put in. 'Which makes life the art from which we are all afflicted.

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me.

I'm going to be okay," Sadie promised as I left. "I know you are," I said, except they were just empty hospital words, the kind that you wish were true becuase the alternative is too painful to bear.

Sometimes I think that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at stoplights could only be moments away from disaster. That everyone's life, no matter how unremarkable, has a moment when it will become extraordinary--a single encounter after which everything that really matters will happen.

It' so funny how small moments can ruin everything.

Sometimes you look around at your life and you see a ghost of a different one. It watches from the wings like an understudy that knows it won't go on. The play unfolds, and eventually, when you glance backstage, that life you knew is gone, and no one watching ever knew it was there at all.

And being healthy, being okay, wouldn't feel normal at all. It would feel incredible.

She tasted like buried treasure and swing sets and coffee.

There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering immersion of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explores and lights up the smoke from the ones before it.

Thinking about it like that made it more bearable, that we go back to God when we've had our turn, that some of us roll the dice less than we'd like, but that we're the ones who are rolling them.

There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering impression of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explores and lights up the smoke from the ones before it.

She stared at me, this wonderful smile rising to her lips, and I don't know that if ever seen someone so beautiful.

So where are we going?" "Where we have no business being, other than the business of mischief and deception.

There was no half-assing a descent into hell.

People are afraid of us. We're their monsters. Except they're the ones who are afraid of what they don't understand. They're the ones who ruin everything.