129 Quotes by Tom Perrotta

To this day, she’s still sad. Because there’s not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. I’m just saying that I took the pain that was inside of her at that moment and made it my own. And it didn’t hurt me at all.

He knew for a fact that it was possible to fall and just keep falling.

Apparently even the most awful tragedies, and the people they'd ruined, got a little stale after a while.

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

It’s like the Stone Age over there, just sand and rubble and IEDs.

Some subjects mixed well with weed, but Chemistry wasn’t one of them.

Doesn’t matter where you live. You’re always just kind of alone with your shit, you know?

Actually, he hadn’t just complained; she’d come home from school one afternoon and found him stabbing his paperback edition with a steak knife, the tip of the blade penetrating the cover and sinking far enough down into the early chapters that he sometimes had trouble pulling it out. When she asked him what he was doing, he explained in a calm and serious voice that he was trying to kill the book before it killed him.

All through that winter and into the spring, when our Tuesday and Thursday-night dinner shifts were done, Matt and I would sit at the long table near the salad bar and plan his end-of-the-year party, our voices echoing importantly in the cavernous wood-panelled dining hall.