35 Quotes by Simone St. James

Being with people was easy, but being alone was hard

What will I write in this beautiful book?She carried the book to class for the rest of the day, and that night she put it under her pillow, still blank. She liked it blank right now, liked to know that it was waiting, listening. Just like her friends.

Only a woman can truly understand the feeling of her very favorite item of clothing.

The person who could be truly alone, in the company of no one but oneself and one’s own thoughts – that person was stronger than anyone else. More ready. More prepared.

For the odd girls, the nerdy girls, and the murderinos. This one is yours.

He’d sold his half of their house out to his ex-wife, taken the money, and invested it in the magazine while he lived in the room over his elderly mother’s garage. Strangely, he was in a better mood than ever since he’d done it.

I bet you could sleep in the right place,” I said. “Not just at the motel. You can’t spend the rest of your life here. I bet you could sleep if you were in a place that made you happy. Where you knew you’d wake up to something good.

Sonia envied her, the way she could turn her brain off, think about absolutely nothing. It was a trick Sonia herself had never learned. That was what books did – they turned off your thinking for you, put their thoughts in your head so you wouldn’t have your own.

There are large moments in life; but sometimes it is the small moments – the casual moments – that change everything. The second’s absent wandering of attention before an accident. The choice to take one road, instead of another.