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“You know, nothing ever goes back exactly the way it was. Things just expand and contract. Like the universe, like breathing. But you'll never fill your lungs up with the same air twice. Sometimes, it would be cool if you could pause and rewind and do over. But I think anyone would get tired of that after one or two times.”
― Andrew Smith

“I said a silent prayer. Actually, silent is probably the only type of prayer a guy should attempt when his head's in a toilet.”
― Andrew Smith

“The same words that make the horrible things come also tell the quieter things about love.”
― Andrew Smith

“And you can't see around corners. so you just have to deal with it, and try to stay afloat.
And things get tough.
And you're supposed to grow up.
And it's all a bunch of bullshit.
Sorry.”
― Andrew Smith

“Joey threw a rock too.
“Yep,â€� he said. “You know, nothing ever goes back exactly the way it was. Things just expand and contract. Like the universe, like breathing. But you’ll never fill your lungs up with the same air twice. Sometimes, it would be cool if you could pause and rewind and do over. But I think anyone would get tired of that after one or two times.”
― Andrew Smith

“after midnight
Just words.
No more pictures. No charts or plays or poems.
Now it's just about the words.”
― Andrew Smith

“Just as I opened the door from the boysâ€� floor, I stumbled onto Mr. Farrow and that freakishly unhot witch from downstairs, Mrs. Singer.
Together.
Standing at the landing on the tenantless girlsâ€� floor. They were kissing, and it wasn’t one of those innocent oh-hello-you-frosty-and-cadaverous-old-hag-from-downstairs-so-nice-to-see-you-this-afternoon pecks on the cheek, either.”
― Andrew Smith

“Casey Palmer and Nick Matthews killed Joey that night of the dance. They got drunk. They were mad. They beat him until he stopped being Joey.”
― Winger by Andrew Smith

“The words came together and said how Joey died: alone and scared.
And he never did anything bad to anyone.
Ever.”
― Winger by Andrew Smith

“I know it's kind of ridiculous, but I realize now how wrong that old pervert Mr. Wellins is. Almost nothing at all is ever about sex, unless you never grow up, that is.
It's about love, and maybe not having it.
What an old, delusional idiot he is.
But what do I know?
I'm just fourteen.”
― Andrew Smith

“That day, getting through my world was like trying to swim in a pool of warm mayonnaise while carrying two bowling balls.”
― Andrew Smith