One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness. Rachel Cohn More Quotes by Rachel Cohn More Quotes From Rachel Cohn Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances. Rachel Cohn idiotguyappearance Do you want to guess what's in here?" I asked Dash. "I think I've got it figured out already. There's a new supply of red notebooks in there, and you want us to fill them in with clues about the works of, say, Nicholas Sparks." "Who?" I asked. Please, no more broody poets. I couldn't keep up. "You don't know who Nicholas Sparks is?" Dash asked. I shook my head. "Please don't ever find out," he said. Rachel Cohn notebookwantthinking I could become a nun even if I am a non-believer. I'll learn to fake it like Nick did with me. I will minister the gospel of compassion and kindness and please, always use a condom, from famine-stricken nations to war-torn dead zones. It's possible I might become a nun who kisses other nuns. Rachel Cohn kissingkindnesswar There's the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there's also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield and Minor Threat and Dusty Springfield and Belle & Sebastian, and as I flip through his musical life, getting to know his tastes, I must acknowledge that not only am I not frigid, but I also may be multi-orgasmic. Rachel Cohn musical-lifeusualmay Be careful what you’re doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head Rachel Cohn girlwantboys The only use she has for the word fun is to make the word funeral. Rachel Cohn funeralusefun Nick and I could become goodwill ambassadors for the city now that the porno shops on 42nd Street are gone. Must make mental note to contact mayor. Rachel Cohn ambassadorscitiesgone Why do you lie" I ask her. "To block the truth." Fair enough. Naomi goes on. "Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting. Rachel Cohn blocknicelying So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you? Rachel Cohn dearshots But, you see, that's the luxury of being a lout - you get to be selective about when you care and when you don't. The rest of us get stuck when your care goes shallow. Rachel Cohn shallowluxurycare It broke the spell. It's not that I stopped being happy. I was still inexplicably, utterly happy. But suddenly the happiness had implications. Rachel Cohn spellsbrokestills The complexity embedded in the different levels of meaning that go along with the words "I love you" ought to be a whole mindfuck of a video game Rachel Cohn differentgameslove-you Lou's such an old punk he was around when the Ramones were junkie hustlers first and musicians second, when punk meant something other than a mass-marketing concept designed to help the bridge-and-tunnel crowd feel cool. Rachel Cohn marketingtunnelsbridges People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same. Rachel Cohn differentnew-yorkpeople Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? but realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one. Rachel Cohn exoticqualityneeds I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. Rachel Cohn acceptable Things change all the time, mostly in little ways. Rachel Cohn things-changelittlesway I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot. Rachel Cohn crushsoulcomfort She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I’ll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal.” “It’s Christmas, Dashiel. Can’t you give that atitude a rest?” “Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents.” “What presents?” “I’m sorry—those were all from Mom, weren’t they? Rachel Cohn dadmomsorry That’s what I like about sports. No matter if everyone playing the game speaks completely different languages, on the field, or the court, wherever they are playing, the language of moves and passes and scores is all the same. Universal. Rachel Cohn gamessportsmoving
