Ed Park Quotes

How could it be possible that there were that many nerve endings all in one place?

I can’t help but think, ’ Park would say during taekwando. ‘I can’t turn off my brain.

He's mad at me.""For what?""For not being like him."Eleanor looked dubious. "Has he been mad at you for the last sixteen years?""Basically.

I understand that sometimes the only way we can survive our own memories is to shape them into a story that makes sense out of events that seem inexplicable.

Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..

They want to see their expectation... Entertainment has nothing to do reality. Entertainment is antithetical to reality.

He was probably being so quiet because he was trying not to say it out loud.

They still didn’t talk on the bus, but it had become a less confrontational silence. Almost friendly. (But not quite.)

They fell in love the way you do the first time, when you're young, and you feel as if you have nothing and everything to lose

To have and hold. Not forever, maybe-not forever, for sure-and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers.

Hey, mister, I don’t think so. You go outside and yell at sky, you so angry.

Every character in a story, I thought when I had folded up the phone, has both a purpose and a secret purpose.

It's going to hurt until it doesn't anymore.

GIVE THANKS - GET HAPPY

And he’d expected her to feel like heaven, plus nirvana, plus that scene in Willy Wonka where Charlie starts to fly.

I had only four hairs worth shaving, but I managed to inflict five cuts attempting to remove them.

Why are we asked to make the most important decisions of our lives when we are so young, and so prone to mistakes?

I chose and my world was shaken, so what? The choice may have been mistaken, the choosing was not.

And you’re disappointed in the story. I know you wanted a love story.

There was a necklace inside. A thin silver chain with a small pendant, a silver pansy.

Do you think he's the murderer?""It's worse than that -- he's an actor!

And then she kissed him with tongue- on the bus.

Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.''That's not even the right kind of racist.

Snowmageddon.Dirty glacial clouds hammered the city's anvil. On the District of Columbia’s northwestern edge, gusts of snow rolled across the Park Road Bridge like volcanic ash.

They were almost never alone, and now that they almost-practically were, he felt kind of frantic for her attention.

There’s nothing cruel about a vampire or a parasite, she said.

The how and why wild, little animals landed up with people will probably never be known for sure.

... because nobody wants to see a small creature left to suffer or left by itself out in the bushes.

But it's up to us...' he said softly. 'it's up to us not to lose this.

You couldn't not notice the bruise on the side of her face. Or the hickey under her chin.

I'm losing what i don't deserve..

Every time, he breaks your hearts. And every time, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

Eleanor should never have told them about Park's house, but she'd been dying to tell somebody. (This was how people ended up in jail after committing the perfect crime.)

And a weak person will find it easier to take what someone else has earned rather than risk working hard and achieving something on his own.

And the biggest reward was reaping the kind of life I deserved.

You don't get your prebaby body back, ever, because you cannot go back to being a person who hasn't had a baby. Because you had a baby.

Go Big or Go Home

You have the here and now. You have a future. Deal with the past so you can stop looking back. It's just the pain.

Caterpillar dun' become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.

His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.

Memories consumeLike opening the woundI'm picking me apart againYou all assumeI'm safe here in my roomUnless I try to start again.

I'm not going to drown in what I can't change.

That’s why it’s difficult to write about your own life. Any distortion feels like a betrayal.

Julie Seagle: I would never in a million years go skydiving.Finn is God: What if I took you?

Then she kissed him. He loved it when she kissed him first.

Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm.And Eleanor disintegrated.

You look like you. Only with the volume turned up.

I bet the very first piñata was surprised. “Oh, hey a party! Cool! What’s the occa— HEY, WHAT THE HELL, KID?

Y are you called the cheese man?

When you have so little, just the smallest thing can make you happy