“You know what sucks about sorry? It's the worst word in the world. Because it always happens after you fuck up something good.”
“Failed a physics test," Nick said.
"You know how I solve that problem?" Said his twin. "I don't take physics.”
“You're so damn worried about what everyone else wants. Well, you know what, Nick? You're going to disappoint people sometimes. You just are. And you know what else? They're either going to get over it or they're not. If they don't, it sucks. But it's not going to kill them, and it's sure not going to kill you.”
“You’re going to break my heart. I can feel it.”
“Well you're definitely gay. A straight guy wouldn't be such a drama queen.”
“You’re the only person alive who would use superpowers to be more dorky.”
“I pissed off Quinn, and probably chased her into the arms of a psychopath. Oh, and I made out with another guy. It's a miracle our clothes stayed on.”
“Sucks being the girl, doesn't it?" Said Quinn.
"Shut up." But yes. It did.”
“Jesus, I wish I could stop fucking crying. So gay, right?'
Hunter put a hand on his shoulder. 'Don't do that to yourself, Nick.”
“Do you have your iPod?'
That was like asking if she'd brought her boobs along.”
“Damn it, Quinn, I don't even know what you're talking about." "I am taling about how I learned all your secrets from the Last Airbender last night." Becca looked almost incredulous. "A cartoon? What? You-wait-you-" Quinn watched sudden realization dawn on Becca's face.”
“Nick wanted to shove him off the bed and kick him in the face. Not aggressive, my ass.”
“Because it's easier to turn off worries in the dark.
Nick met his eyes in the darkness. "Yours or Mine?"
"Both.”
“He could imagine the college rejection letters now.
'After learning that one kiss and a sleepless night led you to fail a test, we have decided you are no longer a fit for our institution.”
“Music always rode the air until he felt each beat through his whole body. But the air here was full of energy that sparked and rejoiced with the melody.”
“That was the worst kind of hypocrisy, right? Hating someone for something you hated about yourself?”
“Adam trapped one of Nick's legs under his and shifted closer, pressing into him until there was no doubt he was happy to be there.”
“Dad, will they ever come back?"
"No. And yes." Dad tucked away his harmonica. "No not them. But yes, other people like them. Not in a carnival. God knows what shape they'll come in next. But sunrise, noon, or at the latest, sunset tomorrow they'll show. They're on the road."
"Oh, no," said Will.
"Oh, yes, said Dad. "We got to watch out the rest of our lives. The fight's just begun."
They moved around the carousel slowly.
"What will they look like? How will we know them?"
"Why," said Dad, quietly, "maybe they're already here."
Both boys looked around swiftly.
But there was only the meadow, the machine, and themselves.
Will looked at Jim, at his father, and then down at his own body and hands. He glanced up at Dad.
Dad nodded, once, gravely, and then nodded at the carousel, and stepped up on it, and touched a brass pole.
Will stepped up beside him. Jim stepped up beside Will.
Jim stroked a horse's mane. Will patted a horse's shoulders.
The great machine softly tilted in the tides of night.
Just three times around, ahead, thought Will. Hey.
Just four times around, ahead, thought Jim. Boy.
Just ten times around, back, thought Charles Halloway. Lord.
Each read the thoughts in the other's eyes.
How easy, thought Will.
Just this once, thought Jim.
But then, thought Charles Halloway, once you start, you'd always come back. One more ride and one more ride. And, after awhile, you'd offer rides to friends, and more friends until finally...
The thought hit them all in the same quiet moment.
...finally you wind up owner of the carousel, keeper of the freaks...
proprietor for some small part of eternity of the traveling dark carnival shows....
Maybe, said their eyes, they're already here.”
“Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night”
“Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.”
“He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of homes, and up to the windows, and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed of any walk, that anything, could give him so much happiness. (p. 119)”
“Why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?”
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