Julia Marie

“She looked at me blankly, and rubbed her nose, as though it tickled; a gesture, seeing often repeated, I came to recognize as a signal that one was trespassing. Like many people with a bold fondness for volunteering intimate information, anything that suggested a direct question, a pinning-down, put her on guard.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“I ain't eatin out in no Lawrenceville,” said Earl with disdain.”
― Jesse Andrews, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl

“Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest—I’d rob a grave, I’d steal two-bits off a dead man’s eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day’s enjoyment—but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I’d rather have cancer than a dishonest heart”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“What is life, it comes to me, without the occasional risk of pizza?”
― Tim Federle, Summer Days and Summer Nights: Twelve Love Stories