J.C. Lillis Quotes & Sayings

I want to make a sweater out of this week and wrap myself up in it until it falls apart. If — J.C. Lillis

I've always loved Halloween: the one day of the year when you can blatantly dress as your number-one obsession and people will smile instead of snicker. — J.C. Lillis

The way she says kiss, it sounds different. Like she invented the word specifically for the song. — J.C. Lillis

Art doesn't depend on suffering. That's a crock. It's about discipline. Showing up to do the thing you do. It's about watching and listening to the world and telling the truth with your own voice. It's about learning from what other people make, whether it's good or bad. And the most important thing? It's about taking care of yourself. So you can keep making and finishing your shit, for as long as you can. — J.C. Lillis

I've never seen a naked torso that wasn't on a cross, at least not so close up. I don't know where to look. His belly button. Belly button. Look at the belly button. — J.C. Lillis

LIKE WHAT IS THIS LIFE EVEN. amity crashful: — J.C. Lillis

For crap's sake: the holy-grail scene of the world's most ridiculous, implausible ship, and I was holding my breath with the rest of the room. — J.C. Lillis

I see the Hell Bells post in my head, that weird "BFC" thing. Bullets From Crazies? Beat Fags Cheerfully? — J.C. Lillis

Don't be fooled into thinking that love is special. That it'll fill you up forever. Anyone can fall in love, but only you can make the art you were born for. And that's the kind of happiness that lasts. — J.C. Lillis

Sad songs are not my strong suit. All the songs that have saved my life make you feel like driving with the top down or dancing in your room with your best friend. — J.C. Lillis

Brandon's going to talk to a B-O-Y, and -"
"What?"
"That's your assignment tonight. You converse in public with a boy. You've heard of them, right? They're like girls, but with penises? — J.C. Lillis

Electricity crackles from her lips to mine and I'm stunned it's not visible. — J.C. Lillis

Help me be ready, I say to him. Or her. If you exist, please help. If — J.C. Lillis

They are kissing - finally, extravagantly, like it's the first thirty seconds of a kissing competition and they can't imagine they'll ever get tired. — J.C. Lillis

You can stop waiting, you know,' she says. 'For what?' 'For God to strike you down. — J.C. Lillis

Writing catchy pop songs is a super-minor superpower, but it's mine. — J.C. Lillis

I can tell I'm being annoying, the kind of annoying where it feels like I haven't showered for days and everyone should just stay away. — J.C. Lillis

The threat of failure shouldn't kill the fun of dreaming. — J.C. Lillis

Pretentious."
"So? I love pretentious people!"
"Why?"
"They try so hard to be interesting, you don't have to do any work. — J.C. Lillis

And yes, okay, I think she's pretty, but so? Lots of people, places and things are pretty. The Mona Lisa is pretty but you don't see me crushing on her. — J.C. Lillis

Time flies when you're fulfilling your ambitions in a completely unexpected way. — J.C. Lillis

I want you back because... I like being with you more than anyone else. And because when I make you laugh I feel like the coolest person on the planet. And because we get each other in like, every possible way, and you don't know that's a huge deal until you grow up and meet a fuckload of people and you realize how rare that is. — J.C. Lillis

Abel snores pornographically, like a prince sleeping off an orgy. — J.C. Lillis

Status: Naked. On bed. With boy. Systems overheating. Sudden doubts multiplying. Meltdown imminent. — J.C. Lillis

There's only one kind of girl I can tolerate being, and it is not the Girl Who Gives it All Up for Love. — J.C. Lillis

I mean, if no one knows for sure what God's like, then why don't you just believe the people who think he's all rainbows and sunshine and loves you no matter what? — J.C. Lillis

Music is always the first thing I notice when I go someplace new. — J.C. Lillis

Passion is never pathetic. — J.C. Lillis

What if I die of happiness and then go right to hell? — J.C. Lillis

What she has is effortlessly remarkable, the kind of gift you only feel the weight of if it's something you don't have but dearly want. — J.C. Lillis

I am one man with a laptop. When I give the world my characters, it's because I don't want to keep them for myself. You don't like what I made them do? Fucking tell me I'm wrong! Rewrite the story. Throw in a new plot twist. Make up your own ending. — J.C. Lillis

His eyes trace the droplets branching down my chest.
They stop at my waistband.
"Brandon. Cutie."
"Yeah."
"You're still wearing your boxers."
"I am."
"Is there something you need to tell me?"
"No."
"Are you actually a Ken doll?"
"Nope."
"Is your dad a secret superhero and you have a bionic penis and you make up this big religious-paranoia back story because it shoots laser beams and has the strength of a bulldozer?"
"Yes."
"I knew it. — J.C. Lillis

Entering the ball is like crashing on a planet where no one cares how you dress or how you dance or who you love. — J.C. Lillis

You can't stay fucked up forever, can you? You need to start putting yourself out there and getting humiliated like the rest of us. Only then will you be a Real Boy — J.C. Lillis

Well, who doesn't love a good mpreg?"
"A what?"
"Sim gets man-pregnant? Gives birth to twins during a tornado?"
"I'll pretend I never heard that."
"Here, I'll read you the wedding one -"
"NO. — J.C. Lillis

It's fandom, Bran. Getting butthurt over nothing is practically a sacrament. — J.C. Lillis

Nothing's better for art than a little old-fashioned suffering. — J.C. Lillis

Keep smiling, I tell myself. It's all good. That's what my wrist tattoo says and you only ink permanent words on your person if you plan to live by them. — J.C. Lillis

Close your eyes. Let a smile as big bright and bold as a disco chorus blaze across your face. Fall in love with the universe and everything in it. See yourself for one moment as the subject of every love song ever written. And as she drifts to sleep beside you, start a brand new song. — J.C. Lillis

Omigod. Omigod, he sees you."
"So?"
"You have to talk to him."
"I don't, actually."
"Yes. Yes. After the Bill Debacle? Prove you can do this."
"My knee hurts. — J.C. Lillis

And when you're a weird and awkward and paranoid person at all times, CastieCon is the happiest place on the planet.
It's like, a baseline level of freakiness is expected here, right? So unless you're disemboweling goats in the vendor hall, no one gives a damn who you are or what you're doing. — J.C. Lillis

Dude, can I have your pickle? — J.C. Lillis

Because here's the thing. We can do a lot in thirty-five days." He sat on the bed and pulled her down next to him. "I mean, think about books and movies. You can watch a great love story in two hours, right? Or read one in maybe two days? So imagine what we can do with thirty-five. We can celebrate a whole year of holidays. We can lock the door at night and turn the music up and memorize each other. We can taste and smell and touch every single thing we love about this whole town, so we never forget, no matter who we turn into out there." He hugged her hands tightly with his. "And then when it's time to leave each other, we'll go off smiling into the future, and we won't be distracted by all that 'when will I find true love' stuff people always worry about because they don't know how it feels. Because we'll already know how it feels. And if neither one of us ever gets another great love story, this one will be enough to last our whole entire lives. — J.C. Lillis

I have no idea how to be an artist and a lover, so I chose the one most likely to make me happy when I'm eighty and gazing back on a long and productive life. — J.C. Lillis

You've thrown a lot of pennies in ponds," she says. "Haven't you. — J.C. Lillis

God is like junior high, Brandon. Graduate already. — J.C. Lillis

I hit send and shut my phone off before it can protest. The world doesn't end. — J.C. Lillis

He's cu-ute." Bree LaRue stumbles sideways, shielding her eyes with one hand. "Aww, look at his hair. And the chin! He's like Laurence Olivier, and a cockatoo. Like if they had a baby? — J.C. Lillis

he'll know it's not fic for me, not anymore. — J.C. Lillis

My secret is cool and mysterious like a jagged scar across my chest, and not dull and heavy like I gave up church buy not the angst. — J.C. Lillis