Allison

“It smelled like a handful of coins and maybe Dad’s stench, him sitting on his bed holding this pistol, sweat trickling down his neck. The tip of my tongue did a drive-by. The gun tasted like bicycle handles and earrings and cheap scotch. I wasn’t going to do it, I know, but it was here, in my hand, so easy, so close. I wasn’t going to do it, but I couldn’t remember why.
I put my mouth around the end.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Twisted

“I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've actually done it, and then you're never quite sure what your limits are.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Twisted