Quotes by Cath Crowley

You’re not like other girls, you know that, right?’ Ed asks.‘I’ve been aware of the problem,’ I tell him.

It’s when I’m around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now

ALYCE: Gracies got brown hair, like me. Shes about the same height, too. People notice her. I think its her voice. Its always louder than you expect and covered with laughter.I was surprised when she said she didnt want to work with me. I dont know Gracie very well, but I remember once in Year 3 she gave me an invitation to her party. She spelt my name right. Everyone always spells it with an i, even the teachers. Ever since then I thought she would be nice. I never thought shed look at me like I was nothing.

Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.

Why do want to find him so bad?’ I ask after a while, but she’s not listening. I watch her a bitlonger. ‘Why do you want to find him so bad?’ I ask again.She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. ‘I just do.’ - Ed Skye

I took the money and passed the box across the counter and said politely, ‘Your choice of colourreally lacks style.’ I smiled and Beth laughed and the guy asked to see my manager.I got Bert and he leant over the box and looked at the paint and said, ‘Ed was being polite. Yourchoice of colour is shit.

Dont go confusing stupidity with guts.

Do many guys ask you out twice?Only the ones with balls.

I spent the weekend after our date wishing I could stab him with my fluffy-duck pen and staring at the phone hoping hed call. Dating is a very tricky business.

Tonight’s going to be one of those things that seem to last forever.

You cant drive them around in the getaway van. How about we dont call it the getaway van? People might get suspicious. So what should we call it? How about the van? It doesnt change what it is and that its a shitty thing to do. Someone might see them in it.

Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of? I mean somehing so bad you felt sick just thinking about it?Everyone has. Why, whatd you do?I didnt say goodbye to Mum.Thats not so bad.Did you say goodbye to your mum before she left? Id never asked Martin about this before. I didnt want to hear the answer.She left before I had a chance.Oh.Thats what I like about you, Faltrain.You always know just what to say.

Dad and I leave town in the early dark. Its the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. Its so early hes wiping hills of sand piled in the corners of his eyes. I wipe a few tears from mine. Tears dont pile, though. They grip and cling and slide in salty trails that I taste until the edge of the city.

I didn’t say you weren’t smart. I said you were stupid.”“I guess I’m too dumb to see the difference.

Thats what we think because we cant imagine what its like to not exist.

Were you in love with Emma? I ask.I was hard-core obsessed, he says without thinking about it. Not in love. Whats the difference?Hes about to throw a stone at ta yard light but stops. Prison, he says, and puts the stone in his pocket.

Love and romance are things worth waiting for.

Sometimes I wish I was a guy. Life’s so much easier for them.

“If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you’d lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let’s just say you’d be spending plenty.”

“It’s like he’s picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, See? It’s beautiful.”