Jessica Warman Quotes & Sayings

I realise now that I wanted to disappear. To get so lost that nobody ever found me. To go so far away that I'd never be able to make my way home again. But I have no idea why. — Jessica Warman

Don't say 'sorry.' Just cut it out. — Jessica Warman

Cops, I've learned, are like vampires; they can't come in unless you invite them. — Jessica Warman

My father is an apparition, and my mother is semiconscious. — Jessica Warman

You know what my friends and I used to call girls like you? Girls who had everything handed to them on a silver platter, who only cared about how they looked and who was dating the most popular guy?"
"What?"
His grin grows wider. "We called you bitches. You girls were straight-up bitches. — Jessica Warman

Why should they bother to go grocery shopping? It's not like their son needs to eat or anything like that. — Jessica Warman

Sometimes kindness doesn't beget anything but misery. My mother didn't have to learn that until she was in her thirties; I've known it nearly all my life. I'm not sure which of us is better off. — Jessica Warman

We all know about Katie's dead — Jessica Warman

I know I shouldn't let him, but it all feels so good, so exciting, that I keep telling myself I'm not doing anything all that wrong. — Jessica Warman

It's like they don't even know how to stand beside each other without one groping the other. Their clinginess has always annoyed me. — Jessica Warman

There was never any question, not for either of us, that we'd stay together after high school. Richie Wilson was the love of my life. — Jessica Warman

I'm not mean, I'm honest. Nobody is ever straightforward. But sometimes people need to hear the truth. — Jessica Warman

I guess everybody deserves to have their own secrets, if they really want them that badly. — Jessica Warman

It occurs to me now that it isn't that I was always certain there was no truth to the rumor; it was that I didn't want to acknowledge the possibility there could be any truth to it. — Jessica Warman

Somehow she always seems blurred, as though to focus on anything that exists beyond a canvas might prove too difficult for her tiny frame to handle. When I was a very little girl, whenever she made me angry, I would imagine a strong wind simply blowing her away. — Jessica Warman

I remember my brother as such a gentle and loving child, the best big brother a girl could hope for, but I remember when I started to sense our family's world tilting on its axis, the kaleidoscope turning, when things started to go wrong. From then on, it was like we were still ourselves, but our lives played out as though reflected back to us from a funhouse mirror. — Jessica Warman

Just like every other year, there's a kind of death in the air as the summer is squelched by autumn. It is a lonely feeling. — Jessica Warman

Teenagers, as everyone knows, tend to believe they are immortal. — Jessica Warman

A person's character, I realize, is never black-and-white. There is so much gray. — Jessica Warman

But I know he'll call, no matter what shape he's in. Even when I hate him, I love him. Even when he stops calling, I hear his voice. Will is my only brother. Without each other - without the invisible thread that binds us together, no matter how weak or frayed it becomes - we are simply drifting, all alone, without anything like a compass to know where we're headed. — Jessica Warman

You know, I believe that people need to find what they love to do most in the world, what they're best at, and then they need to use that ability to make the world better. — Jessica Warman

Ad astra per aspera- From the mud to the stars — Jessica Warman

Liz?"
"Hmmm?"
"Why do you care about me?"
The question seems to startle me. It's uncharacteristic for Richie, who is usually so cool and self-assured. I open my eyes. "Why would you ask me that?"
"Because I don't understand. We're so different."
I reach around the side of his face. Once again, I wipe fresh beads of sweat from his forehead. This time, I don't even bother wiping my hands on my pants. I lace my fingers into his again, and the two of us lie together, his damp clamminess seeping onto my made up face and my pretty clothes. Obviously, I couldn't care less.
"But we fit," I whisper. "Like this." And I tighten my grip around him.
"Mmm." He smiles, his eyes still closed.
"You're right. We do."
"Richie ... I'm lying. I don't like you."
"You don't?" His voice cracks.
"No." I bring my lips close to his ear. "I love you Richie Wilson. — Jessica Warman

My favorite uncle was gay," she says, "and he doesn't like to dance, either." She looks at Chad. "I don't like that word. Fag. Don't use it, okay? — Jessica Warman

He can't hear you." Alex sighs. "You aren't the sharpest sheep in the barn, are you?"
"That's not even the right metaphor," I snap, my attention still focused on Richie. "It's the sharpest pencil in the box."
"Right." Alex nods. "Except you are a sheep. I'm not stupid, I just adjusted the metaphor to fit your persona-"
"Oh, shut up. Richie!" I scream again. Alex shakes his head. — Jessica Warman