Quotes from Lauren Myracle

How many frogs would fit in lizard's stomach?

Acas? e unde s?l?sluie?te inima.

It wasn't the end of their story. It was the beginning.

I've only just begun.

the window was down and my music was blasting and i was like, i am the sun on my skin. i am the clouds in the sky. i'm everything i've ever seen or done or felt or heard, and one day i will be gone.

Crap. I was a lying chicken.

mad maddie: zoe, angela is her own worst enemy, you know. zoegirl: i love her so much, but i do kind of understand what you're saying. but i don't know how to tell her that to her face. i don't even know if i want to say it to her face. mad maddie: i do. i just wanna shake her shoulders and say, "GET A CLUE! HE IS A LOSER!!!" zoegirl: i know. it's so sad. mad maddie: yeah, but it's also just ANNOYING.

Ah, Christ, this is the place with the messed-up sizes, isn't it? Like, 'grande' instead of 'large?' He stretched it out all stupid and fake-French, and Christina and I shared a look. "Why can't you just call it a large?" he asked. "You could except grande is a medium." Christina said, "Venti is large." "Venti. Right. For the love of God, can't I order in plain English?

I'm always right. Except when I'm not.

Time is the fabric that makes space possible.

SnowAngel: why does she think anyone cares about this stuff? who in their right mind wants to be an entrepreneur? mad maddie: oh gee. I dunno. Bill Gates? SnowAngel: who's Bill Gates?

yeah. his name was Bill,

At the end of the day, we all need each other. Women need men, men need women, and nobody should be anyone's sex slave.

SnowAngel: who's Bill Gates?

Even if I don't know a girl, or even if I know her but don't necessarily like her, I'm all the time falling in love for brief, intense spurts.

Wind in our hair, sun on our skin, school done for the day and stored safely on a shelf til tomorrow…damn, this being alive thing felt frickin awesome.

I often get a particular wrinkled-nose look from Mom: mild revulsion mixed with fondness, as if she can't quite believe she made me, this large, sometimes stinky, always untidy boy who double dips and chugs orange juice out of the carton even though she begs me not to.

Paul, watching you hallucinate is boring as fuck," Roby said. "If you want to chill, great. If you're going to drink your stupid purple drank, I'm going to take off." And he did. I kept drinking my stupid purple drank, and he left.

That's why I love that kid. I can get a proper roasting from him and still be good friends.

Roby was honest in a kind way. If I was being stupid, he told me. But he also talked me up, telling me my fashion sense was dope and that I had good taste in music.

In fifty years, we'll be like those old men who spend hours at all-day breakfast diners. We'll have big ears and tufting sprouts of nose hair, and we'll guffaw at everything the other says. Heh-heh-heh, you know it, Roby. Pass the damn ham.

Roby thought he should get "dibs" on Natalia because he claimed her first, that's what he was arguing. I'm not convinced it works that way. Natalia has dibs on herself, that's what I think.

I almost fell into the trap of thinking too much about the moment instead of living the moment, which would have been disastrous, because once I start thinking like that, it's hard to stop.

If you have a girlfriend—when you have a girlfriend—make sure you take care of her just like she takes care of you.