The Truth About Forever
"I don't understand it. Actually."
"Look," he said, picking up his pen again. "It's not as complicated as you think." […] He started flipping pages in his book, still talking, and pointed out a passage to me. Then he read it aloud, and as his finger moved across the words it was like he changed them, magic, and suddenly they made sense.
And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. (1.21, 24-25)
Bethany and Amanda seemed to be pooling their considerable IQs in a single-minded effort to completely demoralize me. (3.38)
[T]o her trained ear, I'd mispronounced Albert Camus' name while directing a sullen summer school student to the French literature section. (3.39)