Breakfast Served Anytime Quotes

“It's too hard to explain. I can't say why I love the book. I just do. You don't pick the books you fall in love with any more than you pick the people you fall in love with. It just happens, and when it happens, you know. Who's to say where love comes from?”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes you can love a book not so much because of what it's about or what happens in it, but because it belongs to a certain time or person in your life- like you'll always remember where you were when you read it for the first time, or who gave it to you, or what season it was, or who you were before you read it and how you were different when it was over”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“The moral of the story is that once upon a time I wanted the whole world from everyone I met - sun moon stars, give me the whole thing, I want it now, I want it in perfect MLA style. And now? Now I know that the best you can ask of people is that they just - I don't know - that they just show up, do their part, treat people nicely, pay their taxes. Contribute something halfway decent to society. I'm not necessarily talking about contributing a dissertation, either. I'm talking about pulling you own weight and figuring out what it is you love and then doing it. Not just talking about it or waiting for someone else to do it for you, but actually honest-to-God doing the thing you're meant to do.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“Phones are this generation's cigarettes. It's an addiction, dude, but it's not about communication, just like it's not about nicotine. It's about holding something in your hand that makes you feel important. It's about props. Drama. I'm just saying.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“I discovered that words are alchemy, that words really can save us.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“I had watched the sun blaze and in the blink of an eye slip away; the happiness I felt in that moment was a heartbeat from tipping to sadness at the knowledge that I couldn't hold it forever. My old familiar push-pull, my trademark yearning for and resisting joy.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“That's what you do when you're clueless: you apply your own narrow little realm of experience to everything you look at and touch.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“I climbed under the covers and shone the flashlight on Mason's gift: a roll of something or somethings, bound in string. I unfurled it to reveal an 8x10 black-and-white photograph. The girl in the picture was me. Me in the Mystery Machine, eyes locked with the eye of Mason's camera, mouth tilted in an incredulous smirk. It was the girl from the mirror, it was the girl from the wall in McGrath's tomb, it was the girl from the moon, as far away as that. A familiar girl with a faraway look in her eye. I'd know her anywhere; I didn't know her at all. Over her eyes Mason had outlined a pair of 3-D movie glasses–a nod to Weegee's 3-D-movie lovers, no doubt, although this girl–me, I– was alone, not locked in some passionate embrace. Underneath her/my face, Mason had taped a fortune cookie message: One who admires you greatlyis hidden before your eyes. God! He almost had me. So if I was the 3-D girl with hidden eyes, did he think I was his admirer? Oh, Mr. Mad Hatter, I thought. How fearfully wrong thou art.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“I had never the hell even heard of Calvin's book, but as he stood beneath that ancient sycamore, explaining to us why he loved it, reading a passage from it with genuine conviction and gaining confidence as he read, I fell for him a little bit, just for a second: the rogue lock of red hair that the breeze kept blowing into his eyes, the pale down on his neatly sinewed arms–”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“Calvin Little, Lepidopterist! Calvin Little, he of the Still Waters Running Deep all over the place. Sweet, belt-wearing, Latin-spouting Calvin, to whom I owed three dollars and seventy-five cents. He had called himself my friend, and for some reason that knocked me out more than if he had professed his undying love for me. Friend, as in the noun-not-the-verb, as in real-life, flesh-and-blood friend. I wanted to cry with appreciation for him. As I glue-sticked the Blue Morpho into the GBBoE, it occured to me that my mind had snapped a photograph of Calvin– Calvin kneeling in the sunshine, his brilliant hair aflame in the light, cradling that butterfly in his freckled hands–and that I might just carry the image with me for the rest of my life.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“You wait and wait for something wonderful to happen and then it happens when you're not looking. Either that or it doesn't happen at all.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“Mother Nature gets the finale word, and she's not to be messed with, I don't care who you are.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“It is not your parent's job to take care of you and make you happy and save your sorry asses until you are eighty-five years old.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“I'm talking about pulling your own weight and figuring out what it is you love and then doing it. Not just talking about it or waiting for someone else to do it for you, but actually honest-to-God doing the thing you're meant to do.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime

“Go to school as long as humanly possible. Go to school forever and ever and never grow up. Peter effing Pan, people.”
― Sarah Combs, Breakfast Served Anytime