Quotes from Dana Reinhardt

The roof was torn off the gym. God's way of telling the jocks that they'd better remember who's really charge.

It was then, there in the darkness, with only those little pin-points of light to see by, light from a world away where other people with their own problems and their own secrets lived their own lives, that everything in our world changed for good.

I know certain truths about life.

Lies destroy you

But I do remember this thing that this famous rabbi wrote once about how Christians build cathedrals, these gorgeous impressive structures, but Jews, with a long history of watching their buildings get destroyed, build their cathedrals in time. The High Holidays. Shabbat. Cathedrals carved out of time that can never be worn down. I know you're no Jew but I kind of think that's what you did with your summer down here.

sometimes something makes perfect sense, and then it's a complete mystery when you look at it the next day

But then I think about where knowing somebody has gotten me: nowhere. No. someplace worse than nowhere, because when you're nowhere I'm pretty sure you feel nothing.

The walls were coming down around me, but still, I couldn't imagine telling the truth. Not now. It was too late. How can I tell Mom and Dad what we'd done? It would ruin everything. It would ruin their image of me; it would ruin every thought they'd ever had about who I was. It would be another death.Another loss. Another miscarriage.

We sat looking out at the ocean. There was just so much of it, and it never failed to take my breath away. Looking at the ocean gave me the same sensation I'd get staring at a sky full of stars- that I was small. Like the way a math problem reveals its undeniable truth, I knew when I stared into this sort of endlessness that my life didn't count for much of anything. And knowing that, that I was nothing but a speck, I felt pretty lucky for all that I had.

I thought he might kiss me as we sat shivering on the bank of the spring with our clothes soaked through and our feet dangling in the steaming water. We looked into each other's eyes the way I'd always imagined people did right before they leaned in closer and touched lips for the first time. But that was all we did. We looked at each other. Into each other. We were still clutching hands.

The truth about our lie. The truth about our lie? Or was it a lie about the truth? Truth and lies. Lies and Truths. Lielielielielie. Truthtruthtruththruthtruth.

Because the truth is, I'm always the guy sitting on the curb. Or on the floor of my room. Or wherever. I'm the one who waits for something that never comes.

I've just become a character, we all have, in a story we don't get to write ourselves.

They deserve forgiveness. Everyone does.

I wanted to twinkle underwater like the lights of the city.

He was looking at me, and I wondered whether he could feel how much I wanted to touch him.

I'd watched enough TV in the lonely afternoons after school, before there was a cheese shop to go to, to know that there were boys who lied, who knew how to say just the right thing or give you just the right look. Boys who could make you feel a way you thought you didn't deserve to feel.

I was not boy crazy. Really, I wasn't. But I was lonely, I guess.

Fellow Vikings," she said. It struck me then how absurd it was to have a Viking as a mas-cot. Weren't Vikings rapists and pillagers? Why did we cele-brate Vikings?

Can you hear me, Emmett Crane? You were my first real friend, the first person I really knew, who knew me too, so it doesn't surprise me that I want to say to you the very same things you said to me. Thank you. You saved me from drowning. Because of you, things are better.

Tired is the catchall for everything when you're a parent of a small child. When your child throws a tantrum, when your child refuses to kiss his grandmother, when your child doesn't say thank you, when your child does anything remotely shitty, you can always just say: He's tired or She didn't get enough sleep last night and you're off the hook.

self-indulgence isn't something to be tolerated. It's a singularly American phenomenon, Dov and Abba believe—the child who thinks the world revolves around him.