Quotes from Catherine Clark

I hate when I'm an idiot and I don't know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, to really revel in it, take pictures.

Maybe the only reason I like him is because I had a crush on him for so long it became a part of me.

nothing exciting ever happens, so you stop thinking it's going to. and then something does happen, and you miss it. completely.

Where we begin is not necessarily our starting point. Every journey has it's mileposts.

Sometimes it's better just to think things through than to talk about them all the time.

Right. Of course. Well, then that makes sense, I guess." Open mouth, insert sand-covered foot.

Fling is feeling without the two e's.

If this is about sleeping on the floor, I'll do it," I said. "Because I don't mind." "No, but do you want to take a picture of my nest? It's very romantical.

For some reason, he belonged more in Wisconsin. Because of me, because I was there. Not that I ever managed to talk to him for more than ten minutes, and not that I ever had the nerve to ask him out. But still, I loved him. Deeply.

I'm all in favor of recycling everything we can, but it's strange to see your past walking around with a new identity.

I had this tendency to think things through a little too much, envisioning things in the future while I completely missed the present.

No I just feel a little dizzy. You know, like when you try to read the newspaper in the car and all the lines start waving around and go blurry?" "That doesn't happen to me" "Oh.

this town has no soul. and nobody yields to your love. nobody yields, period.

Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?

I slid over to the edge of the bed and leaned back, letting my hair fall onto him. "Ack!" he cried. "Don't scare me like that!

Then he said, "Nice bed head," and I knew it was the real Spencer.

Because we're the best: we use all organic.

I probably shouldn't even be out here this early by myself, but it's the only only way I can get to work and I have to work mornings because this is the only shift I can get at the only job I can get.

As we eyed them over our hot cocoa, we all immediately, without discussing it, started talking a bit more loudly about where we were going for lunch. Yeah, we can be kind of immature when we want to be.

Besides, I don't really wear much makeup." "Yeah, well, that's because you got the good-skin gene in the family," Gretchen complained. "You got Mom's golden skin. You're like the perfect Norwegian goddess." "Excuse me?" No one had ever called me a goddess before, and I was pretty sure no one would ever do it again, either. Could she at least do it while Sean was still hanging around? And in a very loud voice, with the door wide open? Just shout it: Kirsten is a goddess!

When I emerged, there was a boy standing behind me, staring at me. Not just any boy, either. The one who'd returned my lost hat at the lake the other day. The cute one with short auburn hair and green eyes. The one I'd fallen on top of. They were coming out of the woodwork. Or the ice. Or somewhere. He was wearing an apron with the store's name stitched over the pocket. Unless his name was Zublansky's, Your One-Stop Shop.

But I got this picture of me with my skis crossed, butt up, face down, in the snow. Then, the next day, Gretchen and I sitting on the sofa, side by side, staring out the picture window, waiting for something interesting to happen, for someone to fall on their way past. Spring would come and we'd still be there, immobilized, and both on diets . . .

I don't know what she's going to do when I leave to go home, actually. She's gotten really used to having me around." "Me too," Conor said. Then he cleared his throat loudly. "You're, you know, kind of blending in here. With the furniture." "Thanks. I guess." I looked behind me at the tables and chairs. I didn't see any similarities, but whatever.

Are we just going to stand here all night quoting each other?" Conor asked. "I mean, not that the material is bad, but I was kind of hoping we could get beyond that.