Hannah Johnson Quotes & Sayings

Backstage passes at a middle school choir concert. I hang with a crew who knows how to live. — Hannah Johnson

Well," he says; a smile curves his mouth, promising wonderful acts of misbehavior, "in that case - "

And, well.

I like my body when it's with his body. — Hannah Johnson

He doesn't quite kiss me, even though he's close enough to. I look at him, loving the quiet and the quirk of his mouth when he smiles, thinking I could stick around this guy for always and be happy, thinking I could count his eyelashes and not get bored. — Hannah Johnson

Asshole, I will pepperspray your ass, BACK OFF."

The first think I think is Cora!, even though it doesn't sound like Cora. Then my brain makes the leap to ... Amber!, who is always hovering at the top of my list of fierce ladies. This is succeeded, rather dazedly by Xena?, Buffy?, River Song?, Agent Scully?, Proffessor McGonagall?, President Laura Roslin of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol?, Mad Wife In The Attic From Jane Austen Not Eyre No Wait Damn It Eyre Not Austen? — Hannah Johnson

He gives me a slight smile. I simultaneously want to, like, build shrines to it and punch it off his face. It's complicated. — Hannah Johnson

Arthur reaches over to take them. As he does, his thumb brushes my thumb, and it's so cold, this sudden shock of cold. The flowers get dropped. They make a slight, swishy sound as they hit the floor.

"Shit," I say, my voice sounding really loud in my ears.

And then he kisses me.

It's -

I don't know.

I don't know, I don't know.

It's my brain turning off, it's nothing. It's a feeling. It's a mouth on mine, and fuck it. Fuck my whole goddamn life, man. Just fuck it. I don't move away like I should, but neither does he. He puts one of his hands on my face.

Then the bells on the front door ring. We break apart and I open my eyes.

And there's Arthur looking back at me. — Hannah Johnson

Besides, Kristy sees me being nice to old ladies ? Huge turn-on, right ? Girls really like that kind of thing. Except Amber, who won't look at a guy twice unless he's got a British accent and a crazy-ass wife locked in the attic, or whatever, but she is clearly abnormal. — Hannah Johnson

I've got this perception of Beethoven where he's just, like, really pissed all the time. Yeah, ol' Ludwig, he had a lot to pound on the piano bitterly about. I'm Germannnn! I'm deaffff! I'm bliiiind! My name is Ludwigggg!

Was he blind? I'm pretty sure.

Or, wait, maybe that was Helen Keller.

Was he even German?

Was she German?

Is Ludwig a name?

I'm starting to worry I'm just making shit up. — Hannah Johnson

Um," Arthur says. He's looking at me dead-on, like he's forcing himself to do it. God, I wish he would knock it off. I also wish he'd lose his eyelashes in a freak eyelash fire incident. And his lips, too, because all of a sudden I'm looking at them, what is that. "Yes. I thought we should discuss - "

"You mouth-mauling me?" I ask loudly, indignantly, like a tough sonuvabitch who doesn't want to be mouth-mauled. I make myself meet his eyes. They're green; I never paid attention before. This really light, interesting, intelligent green -

FUCK, this guy needs to STOP HAVING A FACE. — Hannah Johnson

Hey, Arthur?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for turning into a lunatic that one time, chasing a bunch of shoplifting teenagers through a rainstorm, and coming back to kiss me in the fake flower aisle at random. In retrospect, I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," he says fondly. — Hannah Johnson

Kristy smiles at both of us, the kind of smile that makes Julie Andrews look like a jaded crack whore. — Hannah Johnson

You know, I don't think it's worth it to deny yourself happiness just so you can stay faithful to the person you think you've become. — Hannah Johnson