Quotes from Simone Elkeles

Brandon turns to my dad with big, innocent eyes. "Daddy, do you know how to do the horizontal tango?

His high school girlfriend. I caught them in the act." "You caught them having sex at Homestyle Buffet?" Carlos chimes in, confused and maybe a little amused.

If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day...the here, the now.

I shake my head. White people. "It's

No, la próxima vez que te bese durará un largo, largo tiempo. Y cuando lo hayamos hecho comprenderás que estar excitado no es sobre la experiencia.

Yeah, it does. You once told me that I make you believe in the impossible. You make me believe in love, which I'd given up on. Thank you for proving to me it's not just a fairy tale

Opinions are like assholes - everyone has one.

is plain yuck.

She's freaking out. If she cries, I won't know what to do. I'm not used to crying chicks. I don't think Carmen cried once during our entire relationship. In fact, I'm not sure Carmen has tear ducts.

Slowly, silently, I reach out and slip the glass out of her hand. "What do you think you're doing?" The old lady's voice startles me and I jump back. Mrs. Reynolds has one eye open like tha guy from the cartoon monster movie. "I, uh, thought you were napping." "Do I look like I'm napping?" "Right now you don't.

What's the real reason you came here?" "Because I wanted to show you how much I love you," I say. Alex blinks a couple of times, but beyond that he shows me no emotion. This time he lifts his shirt over his head. He flings it to the side, baring his bronzed, washboard stomach.

I rest my hand on the small of her back as we walk up to the house. Don't ask me why I feel a need to claim her as mine. Maybe deep down I am a Neanderthal.

I wouldn't shoot anyone in real life, because even after all of this training, I'm still totally for peace and happiness and rainbows and sushi.

But now he stops hammering, his back still to me when he yells, "Would you stop staring at me?

It's like a fuckin' parade of white folks, one whiter than the next.

Est-ce que nous nous sommes embrassés, hier soir ? - Oui. - Eh bien, ça n'avait rien de mémorable, je ne m'en rappelle absolument pas. Alex éclate de rire. - Je rigole. Non, on ne s'est pas embrassés. Quand on le fera, tu t'en rappelleras. Toujours.

From the beginning when the Israelites were slaves to Pharaoh in Egypt to the Nazi's attempt to annihilate the Jewish race, Jews have suffered-but in the end have prevailed and become stronger. They've even overcome God's anger (Exodus 32:10). Overcoming obstacles is in my Jewish blood.

Elena opens the door and yanks me through the house, stopping only when we reach the backyard. She lets me go only to grab the microphone from the lead singer. "Paco!" she announces loudly. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you," Elena says, pointing to Paco talking to a bunch of girls. "Next time you want to take a dump, do it in someone else's house." Paco's entourage of girls backs up and giggles, leaving him alone.

That shouldn't have happened," she says, throwing back her shoulders in a stance as stiff as a statue's. "What? The kiss or you likin' it so much?" "I have a boyfriend," she says as she fidgets with the strap on her designer book bag. "You tryin' to convince me, or yourself?" I ask her.

Come here and lie on your stomach. I know how to give Swedish massages. It'll relax you." "You're not Swedish," I say. "Yeah, well, neither are you. So if I do it wrong you'll never know the difference.

Brittany flew out of school today, following Burro Face. Before I left I saw them together in an intimate conversation by the back field. She picked him over me, which really shouldn't surprise me. When she asked me in chemistry what she should do, I should have told her to dump that pendejo. Then I'd be happy instead of pissed off. ¡Es un carbón de mierda? He doesn't deserve her. Okay, so I don't, either.

Brittany, I love hangin' with you. Shit, when I get to school I scan the halls lookin' for you. As soon as I catch sight of those angelic streaks of sunshine," I say, fingering her hair, "I know I can make it through the day.

What did you come here for? And where's Enrique?" "He, uh, left," I say nervously. "I think I scared him away." "You? I don't think so." "I showed him what I was wearing under my coat." Alex's eyebrows shoot up.

My car rounds the corner, riding the path to the body shop. When I spot Alex leaning on his motorcycle waiting for me in the parking lot, my pulse skips a beat. Oh, boy. I'm in trouble.