“Someday I'd change my name to Shut Up and save everybody a lot of time.”
“Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?”
“I'd heard of Vlad Dracul, but only the name. The kids at Cotton Maher never said much except things like "The football team's up against Vlad this Saturday. Pray for them." When I'd heard that, I'd asked the kid who'd said it what the big deal was. "Shut up," he'd explained.”
“Hating the cool kids takes an awful lot of energy, and I'd given up on it a long time ago.”
“If I'd managed any of these ifs-- would I have been able to avoid the inevitable fuck-up, the full-force fuck-off? My pride shut me up, my heart shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.”
“Oh God,” Jenna said, “will you shut up and kiss me before I change my mind?”