Quotes from Rachel Cohn

No. I can't change. I shouldn't change.

Lily was mittens and hot chocolate and snow angels that lifted from the ground and danced in the air. She said she loved winter, and I wondered if there was any season she didn't love. I worked hard to accept her enthusiasm as genuine. My mental furnace was built for immolation, not warmth. I didn't understand how she could be so happy. But such was the love I had fallen into that I decided not to question it, and to live within it.

I decided to give myself a Christmas present this year. I decided to spend the day only speaking to animals (real and stuffed), select humans as necessary so long as they weren't my parents or Langston, and a Snarl in a red Moleskine notebook—if he returned it to me.

I want that. The getting younger with each step, because of anticipation, in hope and belief.

People come to New York to be different

I had a hard time picturing my father in high school. My father never gave any indication that he'd once been young. Gem, on the other hand, wore all of the ages she'd ever been at the same time. I could trust that.

She went to take the notebook, but Boris beat her to it. "Bad girl!" she chided. "I'm pretty sure Boris is a boy," I said. "Oh, I know," Mrs. Basil E. assured me. "I just like to keep him confused.

Kent State by Deborah Wiles

Our love had been liking; our feelings had been ordinary, not Shakespearean. I still felt fondness for her—fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia. I

by the fire while—or "whilst," as the Brits say

And I honestly like her about twenty times more now than I did when we were dating. But love needs to have a future.

You don't feel like a stranger to me.   I wanted to ask her, What does a stranger feel like? Not to be snarky or sarcastic. Because I really wanted to know if there was a difference, if there was a way to become truly knowable, if there wasn't always something keeping you a stranger, even to the people you weren't strange to at all. I

bread sauce

If Caroline was here, she'd give me her Patience, grasshopper speech. But she's not and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

I want to have fun. I don't want commitment and I love you.

I KNOW! Your name is Beckham, isn't it?

Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books." "And escape?

I turned to find Priya, this girl from my school, somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

The world was too full of wastrels and waifs, sycophants and spies—all of whom put words to the wrong use, who made everything that was said or written suspect.

What I was sure of was that the bagpipes had begun to play "Fairytale of New York"—which is basically the best Christmas song ever written.

He was obstinate in the way that only truly miserable people can be obstinate.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing Fuck

He sold the business but kept the corner block building

Death Cab for Cutie's "Transatlanticism