Whit

“I had no idea you could do that,” he says. “Oh, yeah,” I say, starting back toward the front doors. They whoosh open and we enter the cool, musty quiet. “I’ve been reading since I was six. I’m getting pretty good.” “I mean the voices,” he clarifies. “You were such a convincing elderly magician mouse.” “If that impressed you, you should see me do the old woman who lives in a shoe,” I say.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“I don’t begrudge a man a hobby, but if you’re forty and your apartment has a theme, I just don’t see it working out for us.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“Funny story . . .” he says, but he doesn’t go on, just watches me and waits. He knows how much I love to tell it.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“No. I’m saying your ex is the little boy looking over someone else’s shoulder, trying to figure out if the kid next to him has a better lunch. Only, the lunch box is shut, so even though he knows what his parents packed for him is pretty good, he’d still trade it just to open up that rusty little Batman lunch box.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story