Sonya Sones

“And I flat out refuseto have one of those livesthat I wouldn’t even wantto read about.”

“I love that sign," I say."I love you," Robin says.I feel my cheeksturn the color of the sky."I love you, too," I say.”

“My parents are great listenersWhich is why I never tell them anything”

“what my mother doesnt know wont hurt her”

“If Dylan and I had metby chatting on the Netin a room of cyberspaceinstead of face to faceand I hadn't seen his lipsor the way he moves his hipswhen he does that sexy danceand I hadn't had a chanceto look into his eyesand be dazzled by their sizeand all that I had seenwere his letters on my screen,then I might as well confess:I think I would have liked himless.”

“I prefer to thin of it as rebooting my ovarian operating system.”

“Every now and then,during the commercialsDad will say something like,'How was school today, Sophie Dophie?'Once I said, 'We played strip pokerduring third period and I lost.'Dad just said, 'That's nice,'without even looking up from his meatloaf.”

“It's raining in my heart, like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?”

“But most days,I wander around feeling invisible.Like I'm a speck of dustfloating in the airthat can only be seenwhen a shaft of light hits it.”

“Ready or not, here I comeI'm so tired of this dumb game of hide and seekOlly olly oxen freeShow yourself, you're scaring meCome out, come out, where ever you areYou've taken this thing way too far”

“To take estrogen or not to take estrogen:That is the question.Whether 'tis nobler to abstain and sufferThe sweat and puddles of outrageous flashesOr to take arms against a sea of mood swings,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; at first the studies say 'twill endThe heart attacks and thousand bouts of bloatThat flesh is heir to, 'tis a true confusion - For then they say 'twill cause us all to diePerchance from breast cancer; ay, there's the rub;For who can dream or even sleep while worrying aboutWhat doctors might be saying come next week?”

“Grace's eyes bigger than DVD's,Rachel's mouth hanging open so wideyou could reach right in andperform a tonsillectomy.”

“You're thinking I'm a hopelessly romantic idiot.And you know what?You're right.”

“She flashes me a smile so devastating that it could even make an atheist believe in God.”

“I kiss her like my life depends on it.”

“When we kiss, his lips on mine are like CPR--breathing the life back into me.”

“Friends don't let friends commit social suicide.”

“The only thing worse than not getting what you want, is getting it.”

“Sometimes I just know things.”

“Human beings tend to be conservative,so if you lie, you'll probably be closer to the truth.”

“But Lunch Isn't That Bad, ReallyOnce I get used tohaving to eat with two peopleinstead of one.Two people who have known each otherfor such a long timethat they practically speak in code.Two people who are always saying,"Remember the time when this happened?"and "Remember the time when that happened?"(Which, of course,I never do,because I wasn't there.)Well, okay,it is that bad.It sucks, even.”

“There’s something so great about this,” she whispers. About what?” I whisper back.About this,” she whispers. About being outlaws. It’s just you and me—against the world.”

“I know this sounds incredibly lame,but I don't want losing my virginityto feel like I'm losing something. I want it to feel like I'm finding something. I want sex to be amazing.I want it to be life-alteringly wonderful.And I want it to happen with someone I love.”

“We've turned off all the lightsin the living roomto make hand shadows.We've got thisbig flashlightaimed at the wall.I make the silhouette of my handinto a duck.Robin makes his into a rabbit.Now my duck kisses his rabbitAnd-POOF!- it turns intoa turkey.And for some reasonthis strikes usas hysterically funny.But you probably had to be there.”

“Grace says, "Are you thirsty?I could go get the hose..."I say, "Thanks. But I'd rather havea swig of some Miracle-Gro.”

“I wish he hadn't gone and cut his hair.He looks about eight years old.His ears have tripled in size.Everyone's started calling him Dumbo.Which wouldn't be so bad,except they've started calling meMrs. Dumbo.You can't even tellhe's got curly hair anymore.There's nothing leftto run my fingers through.Just this weirdblond AstroTurfsprouting out of his skull.”

“Madame Vbegins the lessonby reading aloud the first stanzaof a famous French poem:Il pleure dans mon coeurComme il pleut sur la ville;Quelle est cette langueurQui penetre mon coeur?Then she looks upand without any warningshe calls on me to translate it.I swallow hard, and try:"It's raining in my heartlike it's raining in the city.What is this sadness that pierces my heart?"Saying these words out loud,right in front of the whole class,makes me feellike I'm not wearing any clothes.”

“Walking with Murphythrough the bone-freezing chilltoward the bus stop,I start shivering.And somehow,when he slips his arm around meto warm me up,it feels right.Righter than anything ever has.”

“Culture ClashDylan sayswhen I meet his mother todayI shouldn't mentionthat I'm Jewish.I sayokay, but can I tell her aboutthe HIV postive thing?He gives me a look.I give him one back”