254 Quotes by Courtney Summers

Later, after he drops me off at home, it feels like the world has shifted a little. It’s just different enough that when I look at the girl reflected in the mirror in my room, it’s like meeting someone new.

And the whole time they’re doing this, my sister is dead.

We have more story than time to tell it – but I suppose that’s true for all of us.

It’s something my body does without checking with my head first, like the obligation to be nice to him is greater than myself.

I think it isn’t enough to survive for the sake of surviving. There has to be more to it than just that.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, which is okay by me because his hands are forever distracting, all the things they could do.

I glance at her and she looks soft, not vicious, but a lot of people in this town are a soft kind of vicious.

Turning myself into the idea of a girl. Or, an idea of an idea. A manic pixie dream, I guess. The kind everyone says they’re tired of, but I don’t know that they really mean it. The girl nobody ends up loving long or loving well, but nobody wants to give up, either.

Norton says he’s going to tell on me for being late. Henley and Grey will get the notice and I’ll have to discuss it on Friday. Why were you late, Parker? What do you think that would accomplish, Parker? And then the tough question. What destructive behaviors were you engaging in for the five minutes you weren’t in class, Parker?