200 Quotes by A.S. King

Isn’t it funny how we live inside the lies we believe?

Everything was windswept and octagonal and finger-combed.

Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. I can’t get away from myself.

Is it okay to hate a dead kid? Even if you loved him once? Even if he was my best friend? Is it okay to hate him for being dead?

Not living your life is just like killing yourself, only it takes longer.

I didn’t think about anything past tomorrow because anything past tomorrow was just like cloud busting – it depended soley on the person looking at the clouds and it could rain any minute.

You are not your virginity. You are a human being.

I’d rather feel something for real than pretend it’s not what it is.

I am as blank as a piece of white paper in a world with no pencils.