A.N. Casey > Quotes

“Crushes are very strange things; they’re a warning sign in the word itself—crush: to deform, pulverize, or force inward by compressing forcefully. Whoever decided it was a good idea to equate deformity and compression to blooming affection was either very high or a genius—or maybe lost somewhere in between. But for good or bad, I could feel it: my heart pressing inward until the sound of it beating filled my ears again. I had a deformed, pulverized, compressed force on Chris, and there was nothing I could do about it.”
― A.N. Casey, Permanent Jet Lag

“Maybe I knew nothing of love—not what it was, what it meant to be in it, or what to do when you were—but maybe, just maybe, it meant finding a boy who only smiled and then holding his hand when he frowned.”
― A.N. Casey, Permanent Jet Lag