Angela Chase: Walking into someone else’s house for the first time is like entering another country. Not that I’ve ever been to another country.
Angela Chase: Each card has its own name: The Magician; The Empress; The Fool; The Wheel of Fortune; Strength. They represent challanges and tests, twists of fate. No card is all good or all bad. Cards can be positive or negative depending on where they fall. When you read someone’s future, they must think of a question. They must hold it in their mind. The cards read in sequence, each card leads to the next. We move from terror and loss to unexpected good fortune and out of darkness hope is born.
Angela Chase: Things were getting to me. Just how people are. How they always expect you to be a certain way. Even your best friend.
Angela Chase: Like with boys, how they have it so easy. How you have to pretend that you don’t notice them… noticing you.
Angela Chase: I’m in love. His name is Jordan Catalano. He was let back, twice. Once I almost touched his shoulder in the middle of a pop quiz. He’s always closing his eyes like it hurts to look at things.
Angela Chase: My parents keep asking how school was. It’s like saying, “How was that drive-by shooting?” You don’t care how it was, you’re lucky to get out alive.
Angela: I bet people can actually die of embarrassment. I bet it’s been medically proven.
Angela: It had become the focus of everything. It was all I could feel, all I could think about. It blotted out the rest of my face, the rest of my life. Like the zit had become… the truth about me.
Angela: Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart.
Angela: Love is when you look into someone’s eyes, and suddenly, you go all the way inside, to their soul… and you both know, instantly. I always imagined I would fall in love, nursing a blind soldier. Who was wounded in battle. Or maybe while rescuing someone in the middle of a blizzard, seconds before the avalanche hits. I thought, at least, by the age of fifteen, I would have a love life. But, I don’t even have a “like” life.
Danielle: Do we have to keep talking about religion? It’s Christmas!
Angela: When I was little I, like, worshipped Halloween. And truthfully, part of me still does. ‘Cause it’s your one chance all year to be someone else.
Angela: My dad thinks every person in the world is having more fun than him. Which could be true.
Angela: I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The, like, fact that — that people — had sex. That they just had it, like sex was this thing people — had, like a rash. Or a — a rottweiler. Everything started to seem like, pornographic or something. Like, Mrs. Krysanowski has sex. So does Mr. Katimsky. They both have sex. They could — have sex together. Like right now. I am, like, the sickest person.
Angela: Lately, I can’t even look at my mother without wanting to stab her repeatedly.
Brian: Finally! An erection from actual, physical contact!
Patty: God, Chelsea Clinton. Will you look at this? No freedom, no privacy, constant surveillance, Secret Service men… That’s what we need.
Angela: If only there were a button somewhere that I could push to force me to stop talking.
Rayanne: You wanna have sex with him.
Rayanne: Who. Jordan. Catalano. Come on, I’m not gonna tell anyone, just admit it.
Angela: I just like how he’s always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both.
Angela: Sometimes it seems like we’re all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It’s good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they’re actually… beautiful. Possibly even me.
Angela: It just seems like, you agree to have a certain personality or something. For no reason. Just to make things easier for everyone. But when you think about it, I mean, how do you know it’s even you? And, I mean, this whole thing with yearbook – it’s like, everybody’s in this big hurry to make this book, to supposedly remember what happened. Because if you made a book of what really happened, it’d be a really upsetting book.
Angela: This life has been a test. If this had been an actual life, you would have received instructions on where to go and what to do.
Angela: These guys started hitting on us.
Brian: What? Like sexual harrassment?
Angela: Like guys.
Angela: The worst feeling is suddenly realizing that you don’t measure up. And that, in the past, when you thought you did, you were a fool.
Angela: There’s the people who you’ve known forever who, like, know you in this way that other people can’t, because they’ve seen you change…they’ve let you change.