Becky Albertalli Quotes & Sayings
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What's a dementor?"
I mean, I can't even. "Nora, you are no longer my sister."
"So it's some Harry Potter thing," she says. — Becky Albertalli
I don't know. There's just something kind of mortifying to me about the intensity of those feelings. I remember them so clearly. — Becky Albertalli
It's like - you have this baby, and eventually, he starts doing stuff. And I used to be able to see every tiny change, and it was so fascinating." She smiles sadly. "And now I'm missing stuff. The little things. And it's hard to let go of that. — Becky Albertalli
It's really amazing, isn't it? Someone can trigger your sexual identity crisis and not have a clue they're doing it. — Becky Albertalli
I'm not going to pretend I know how this ends, and I don't have a freaking clue if it's possible to fall in love over email. But I would really like to meet you, Blue. I want to try this. And I can't imagine a scenario where I don't want to kiss your face off as soon as I see you. — Becky Albertalli
I can't help it. I'm thinking about sex. Sex with Will Haley. Sex in general. The thing is, I can't make my brain turn the idea into something sexy. Isn't that ridiculous? It's sex. It's inherently sexy. But not to me. Because in hazily lit movies, when the girl pulls her shirt up over her head, she stops being me. The hazily lit girl is never me. She has a flat golden stomach and cute little boobs, and you can see the boy falling for her. You can read it on his face. Under my shirt, there's no flat stomach, and there are no cute little boobs, and there's no hazy lighting. It's just a lot of me. Way too much of me. — Becky Albertalli
I feel him shift quietly as he laces his fingers through mine. He lifts them and presses his lips to the edge of my palm.
He pauses, holding them there. And there's this fluttery yank below my navel.
Then he lets our intertwined hands fall back onto his lap. And if this is what it's like having a boyfriend, I don't know why in God's name I waited so long. — Becky Albertalli
But there's this thing I feel when I meet another Jewish person in the wild. It's like a secret invisible high five. — Becky Albertalli
I mean, I think people have this mentality that sex is only real if it involves a penis. — Becky Albertalli
it just feels like i'm on the outside somehow. not all the time, just sometimes. but yeah, i feel irrelevant and i hate that — Becky Albertalli
Here's what I would never, ever admit out loud: a part of me always thought it was some kind of secret compliment when someone got called a slut. It meant you were having sex. Which meant people wanted to have sex with you. Being a slut just meant you were normal. But I think maybe I'm wrong about that. — Becky Albertalli
teachers think they get to dictate what you think about. It's not enough if you just sit there quietly and let them teach. It's like they think they have a right to control your mind. — Becky Albertalli
Where the heck is Nick?" she asks. Just hearing Abby say Nick's name makes Leah suck in her lips. "Feeling up a guitar somewhere?" I suggest. "Yeah," says Leah. "Most awkward way ever to get a splinter. — Becky Albertalli
I guess it was about loneliness. And it's funny, because I don't really think of myself as lonely. But there was something so familiar about the way Blue described the feeling. It was like he had pulled the ideas from my head.
Like the way you can memorize someone's gestures but never know their thoughts. And the feeling that people are like houses with vast rooms and tiny windows.
The way you can feel so exposed anyway.
The way he feels so hidden and so exposed about the fact that he's gay. — Becky Albertalli
I never really know the protocol for this kind of situation. It's like when you're in line at a store, and a grandma starts telling you all about her grandchildren or her arthritis, and you smile and nod along. But then it's your turn to check out, so you're just like okay, well, good-bye forever. — Becky Albertalli
I wish there were a secret signal you could use to communicate: HELLO. I AM OFFICIALLY COOL WITH SILENCE. Not — Becky Albertalli
There's just something terrifying about admitting you like someone. In a way, it's actually easier when there's no chance of anything happening. But there's this threshold where things suddenly become possible. And then your cards are on the table. And there you are, wanting, right out in the open. — Becky Albertalli
I mean, I feel secure in my masculinity, too. Being secure in you masculinity isn't the same as being straight. — Becky Albertalli
And it's a little different with every guy, so it's kind of hard to generalize - but if I had to describe the feeling of a crush, I'd say this: you just finished running a mile, and you have to throw up, and you're starving, but no food seems appealing, and your brain becomes fog, and you also have to pee. It's this close to intolerable. But I like it. — Becky Albertalli
A dementor," I say. "What in God's holy name is that?" "A dementor? From Harry Potter?" "Well, put your hood back, for the love of Jesus. And who are you supposed to be?" "Kim Kardashian," says Leah, just completely deadpan. Garrett looks confused. "Tohru from Fruits Basket. — Becky Albertalli
Same first name as a president and an obscure comic book character. Half-Jewish. Excellent grammar. Easily nauseated. Likes Reese's and Oreos (i.e. not an idiot). Divorced parents. Big brother to a fetus. Dad lives in Savannah. Dad's an English teacher. Mom's an epidemiologist.
The problem is, I'm beginning to realize I hardly know anything about anyone. I mean I generally know who's a virgin. But I don't have a clue whether most people's parents are divorced, or what their parents do for a living. I mean, Nick's parents are doctors. But I don't know what Leah's mom does, and I don't even know what the deal is with her dad, because Leah never talks about him. I have no idea why Abby's dad and brother still live in DC. And these are my best friends. I've always thought of myself as nosy, but I guess I'm just nosy about stupid stuff.
It's actually really terrible, now that I think about it. — Becky Albertalli
Honestly, the secret to impressing people is this: individual portions, packaged in mason jars. I — Becky Albertalli
Nothing is worse than the secret humiliation of being insulted by proxy. — Becky Albertalli
You may actually be the only person who gets more than 140 characters from me. That's kind of awesome, right? — Becky Albertalli
He tells me to pick the music. I'm not sure if he knows that handing me his iPod is like handing me the window to his soul. — Becky Albertalli
The closest thing I've ever had to a journal is probably you. — Becky Albertalli
It's strange, because in reality, I'm not the leading guy. Maybe I'm the best friend. I guess I didn't really think of myself as interesting until I was interesting to Blue. So I can't tell him. I'd rather not lose him. — Becky Albertalli
I like no endings. I like things that don't end. — Becky Albertalli
Why is straight the default? Everyone should have to declare one way or another, and it shouldn't be this big awkward thing whether you're straight, gay, bi, or whatever. I'm just saying. — Becky Albertalli
I mean, that's my family. Everything's a freaking secret, because everything's a big deal. Everything is like coming out" -Simon — Becky Albertalli
You don't get to say it's not a big thing. This is a big fucking thing, okay? This was supposed to be - this is mine. I'm supposed to decide when and where and who knows and how I want to say it." Suddenly, my throat gets thick. "So, yeah, you took that from me. — Becky Albertalli
And it's almost too perfect. Almost too Disney. — Becky Albertalli
I'm glad I was cute and grammatical. I think you're cute and grammatical, too. — Becky Albertalli
And then I kiss him for real, and he kisses me back, and his hands fist my hair. And we're kissing like it's breathing. My stomach flutters wildly. And somehow we end up horizontal, his hands curved up around my back.
"I like this," I say, and my voice comes out breathless. "We should do this. Every day."
"Okay."
"Let's never do anything else. No school. No meals. No homework."
"I was going to ask you to see a movie," he says, smiling. When he smiles, I smile.
"No movies. I hate movies."
"Oh, really?"
"Really, really. Why would I want to watch other people kissing," I say, "when I could be kissing you? — Becky Albertalli
And then he grins back, and I'm giddy and breathless and kind of unraveled. And I didn't sleep at all last night. Not even for a second. I've basically been picturing this moment for ten hours, and now that it's here, I don't have a clue what I'm supposed to say. Probably something awesome and witty and not school-related. Probably not: "Did you finish the chapter? — Becky Albertalli
Even if he likes me, I'm not sure he'd like me naked. I hate that I'm even thinking that. I hate hating my body. Actually, I don't even hate my body. I just worry everyone else might. Because chubby girls don't get boyfriends, and they definitely don't have sex. Not in movies - not really - unless it's supposed to be a joke. And I don't want to be a joke. — Becky Albertalli
There's something about you that makes me want to open up, and that's slightly terrifying to me. — Becky Albertalli
It's stillness and pressure and rhythm and breathing. — Becky Albertalli
Then he smiles and I smile. And then I blush and he lowers his eyes, and it's like this entire pantomime of nervous gestures. — Becky Albertalli
I'm too busy trying not to be in love with someone who isn't real. — Becky Albertalli
You can't imagine how much I hated middle school. Remember the way people would look at you blankly and say, "Um, okaaay," after you finished talking? Everyone just had to make it so clear that, whatever you were thinking or feeling, you were totally alone. The worst part, of course, was that I did the same thing to other people. It makes me a little nauseated just remembering that. — Becky Albertalli
He talked about the ocean between people. And how the whole point of everything is to find a shore worth swimming to. — Becky Albertalli
Like, this whole Molly thing with the secret crushes that go nowhere. I'm over it." "Oh, you're over it?" My throat tightens. "Uh, I'm sorry boys don't like me." "That is such bullshit, Molly. You don't even talk to them." Here we go. Cassie's soapbox: the fact that I've had twenty-six crushes and exactly zero kisses. Apparently, it's because I need to woman up. If I like a guy, I'm supposed to tell him. Maybe in Cassie's world, you can do that and have it end in making out. But I'm not so sure it works that way for fat girls. — Becky Albertalli
stuffing my face with fun-size Kit Kats. Which, for the record, are way less fun than full-size Kit Kats. I — Becky Albertalli
The way I feel about him is like a heartbeat -- soft and persistent, underlying everything. — Becky Albertalli
White shouldn't be the default any more than straight should be the default. There shouldn't even be a default. — Becky Albertalli
I think, for me, listening to music is a very solitary thing. Or maybe that's just something people say when they're too lame to go to live shows. — Becky Albertalli
I don't even know. I'm just so sick of straight people who can't get their shit together. — Becky Albertalli
And me being jealous of how a girl like Abby could move here and choose to befriend you out of everyone, and you have so many friends already, and I don't think you even get what a big deal that is. ,.. I'm just saying that it seems like it's so easy for you, and you should know you're actually really lucky.
... You deserve it completely. You're an awesome dude, Spier and it was cool getting to know you. If I could do it again, I would have blackmailed you into being my friend and left it at that. — Becky Albertalli
Wow, is that Katniss making out with Yoda? — Becky Albertalli
I mean, that's how it's going to be. It's that easy for Olivia. Maybe this is what life is like for most girls. — Becky Albertalli
But I'm tired of coming out. All I ever do is come out. I try not to change, but I keep changing, in all these tiny ways. I get a girlfriend. I have a beer. And every freaking time, I have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again. — Becky Albertalli
I walk in just as the bell is ringing, and I'm in a serious daze. It's lucky that my hands seem to know my locker combination, because my brain has checked out. People talk to me, and I nod along, but absolutely nothing penetrates. — Becky Albertalli
Perfect! You guys are the same age. I bet you have a lot in common."
Classic adult logic. Reid and I are vaguely the same age, so of course we're basically soul mates. It's like horoscopes. Somehow I'm supposed to believe that I'm similar in some meaningful way to every single person born on my birthday. Or every single Sagittarius. I mean, I barely have anything in common with Cassie, and we were born six minutes apart. — Becky Albertalli
Something like that. But you know, there's an upside here. Because when you spend so much time just intensely wanting something, and then you actually get the thing? It's magic." All of a sudden, I feel like crying. In a good way. In the best way. Because I know exactly what she means. It's butterflies and haziness and heart eyes, but underneath all that, there's this bass line of I can't believe this. I can't believe this is me. I can't quite articulate the sweetness of that feeling. It's finding out the door you were banging on is finally unlocked. Maybe it was unlocked the whole time. — Becky Albertalli
People really are like house with vast rooms and tiny windows. And maybe it's a good thing, the way we never stop surprising each other. — Becky Albertalli
She's also the kind of person who pretends to ask a question just to show off what she already knows. — Becky Albertalli
I feel like I'm supposed to make some comment to underscore the ridiculousness of it all, but honestly? It's sort of nice not to have to be cynical for a change. I guess it feels like I'm a part of something. — Becky Albertalli
Wonder Woman and a gay dementor. It doesn't bode well for the survival of the species. — Becky Albertalli
They put me in a box, and every time I try to nudge the lid open, they slam it back down. It's like nothing about me is allowed to change. — Becky Albertalli
I HAVE TO MEET HIM.
I don't think I can keep this up. I don't care if it ruins everything. I'm this close to making out with my laptop screen. — Becky Albertalli
Babies here are forced to declare their allegiance to vegetables before — Becky Albertalli
Is that a space?
No, it's a hydrant. — Becky Albertalli
Because there's this invisible line, and on one side are people like Garrett and Abby and Nick and every musician ever. People who go to parties and drink and don't get wasted off of one beer. People who have had sex and don't think it's a huge deal.
On the other side of the line are people like Leah and me.
But the one thing that makes it weirdly better is knowing that Blue is one of us. — Becky Albertalli
I remember exactly how it felt to see that first message from him in my inbox. It was a little bit surreal. He wanted to know about me. For the next few days at school after that, it felt like I was a character in a movie. I could almost imagine a close-up of my face, projected wide-screen. It's strange, because in reality, I'm not the leading guy. Maybe I'm the best friend. — Becky Albertalli
There are some socks that shouldn't be washed by your mom. — Becky Albertalli
I take a sip of my beer, and it's - I mean, it's just astonishingly disgusting. I don't think I was expecting it to taste like ice cream, but holy fucking hell. People lie and get fake IDs and sneak into bars, and for this? I honestly think I'd rather make out with Bieber. The dog. Or Justin. — Becky Albertalli
It's not that bikini waxing is a foreign concept to me, but . . . I mean, I guess it kind of is. Like, it's one of those girl habits that's so far beyond me, it makes me feel like a different species. Do boys require hairless vaginas? Is this a known thing? — Becky Albertalli
And this gay thing. It feels so big. It's almost insurmountable. I don't know how to tell them something like this and still come out of it feeling like Simon. Because if Leah and Nick don't recognize me, I don't even recognize myself anymore. — Becky Albertalli
I don't know how people do this. How Blue did this. Two words. Two freaking words, and I'm not the same Simon anymore. — Becky Albertalli
Because he thinks Facebook is the lowest common denominator of social discourse. Though he does like to talk about social media as a vehicle for constructing and performing identity. Whatever the hell that means. — Becky Albertalli
It is definitely annoying that straight (and white, for that matter) is the default, and that the only people who have to think about their identity are the ones who don't fit that mold. Straight people really should have to come out, and the more awkward it is, the better. Awkwardness should be a requirement. — Becky Albertalli
Do you ever have those random nights where your brain won't shut off, even though your body feels like five hundred pounds off exhausted? — Becky Albertalli
So, maybe I should let my heart break, just to prove that my heart can take it. — Becky Albertalli
I can't even help it. There's just this thread of anticipation that I can't seem to quell. So when the school day ends and nothing extraordinary has happened, it's a tiny heartbreak. It's like eleven o'clock on the night of your birthday, when you realize no one's throwing you a surprise party after all. — Becky Albertalli
I actually haven't been to Chick-fil-A for a while. My sister heard they donate money to screw over gay people, and I guess it started to feel weird eating there. — Becky Albertalli
I mean, when you think about it, it's a little fucked up that teachers think they get to dictate what you think about. It's not enough if you just sit there quietly and let them teach. It's like they think they have a right to control your mind.
I don't want to think about the War of 1812. I don't want to know what the hell was so impressive to a bunch of freaking sailors.
What I want is to sit here and think about Blue. — Becky Albertalli
I can't seem to shake this perpetual awareness of being Molly. — Becky Albertalli
And suddenly, I feel like crying, but not in a bad way. More like in the way you feel when someone gives you a perfect present - something you'd been wanting, but thought you couldn't ask for. It's that feeling of someone knowing you in all the ways you needed to be known. — Becky Albertalli
I have a sneaking suspicion that you're not 100% committed to your Oreo diet. — Becky Albertalli
Here's a frustrating thing about me: if everyone else is happy, I usually can't stay pissed off. My moods are conformists. It sucks, because sometimes you really want to be angry. — Becky Albertalli
I listen, and it's Taylor explaining to Martin that she wasn't necessarily trying to get a gap between her thighs, but it's her metabolism, and she didn't even realize that some girls try to get the gap on purpose. Martin nods and scratches his head and looks bored. "She can't help her metabolism, Simon," Abby says. "Apparently not," Taylor may be an undercover, bully-fighting ninja, but she's still kind of awful. — Becky Albertalli
Really, though, there are only two kinds of weather: hoodie weather and weather where you wear a hoodie anyway. — Becky Albertalli
My parents have a way of ruining things like this. They get so curious. It's like they have this idea of me, and whenever I step outside of that, it blows their minds. There's something so embarrassing about that in a way I can't even describe. — Becky Albertalli
It's funny, because you always think the hard part is meeting someone the first time. It's not. It's the second time, because you've already used up all the obvious topics of conversation. And even if you haven't, it's strange and heavy-handed to introduce random conversational topics at this stage in the game. Hi, Reid. Let's converse about topics. HOW MANY SIBLINGS DO YOU HAVE? WHAT BOOKS DO YOU LIKE? — Becky Albertalli
I want to know what it feels like to have crushes that could conceivably maybe one day turn into boyfriends. — Becky Albertalli
It's weird, because Blue's emails used to be this extra thing that was separate from my actual life. But now I think maybe the emails are my life. Everything else sort of feels like I'm slogging through a dream. — Becky Albertalli
In the distance, they begin shutting down the rides and turning off lights. There's something beautiful and eerie about a darkened, unmoving Ferris wheel. — Becky Albertalli
I guess it's just this feeling that my body is secretly all wrong. Which means any guy who assumes I'm normal is going to flip his shit if we get to the point of nakedness. Whoa. Nope. Not what I signed up for. — Becky Albertalli
Because I have to admit: there's something really badass about truly, honestly not caring what people think about you. — Becky Albertalli
If it is a glance about me, I will die. We are amused by the sad chubby girl who is clearly enchanted by our hipster beauty. — Becky Albertalli