Silence upon silence, with a heaping pile of extra silence.

— M.A. George

Suddenly, I saw ocean again—then another horizon line—but this time the deep blue sky was on the wrong side of the line…the Holy crap, we’re upside downside.

— M.A. George

The cleanest civilization I’ve ever seen…and the number one thing you pack for a wedding is a jar of dirt?

— M.A. George

There’s an empty seat next to me in the ‘intensely aggravating’ section…and it’s got your name on it

— M.A. George

Think of mental energy as broadcasting on a certain wavelength,” he tried to explain. “People with powers of the mind can tap into that wavelength…”“That’s all fine and good,” I nodded, “but evidently my transmitter is broken. Or much more likely… I never had one in the first place.”“Ah, yes,” he nodded unenthusiastically, “and your nose is mounted upside-down.”“Excuse me?” My forehead creased.“I do wish you would quit contradicting me,” he let out a tired sigh. “It’s insulting…and highly annoying.

— M.A. George

We broke into laughter—the kind that’s your only recourse when you feel like curling up in a fetal position and whimpering like a little girl.

— M.A. George

With an ashamed sigh, I confessed, “You have seen nothing but the worst of me since then, Aaron. I’ve been a bitter, defiant, irrational shrew…and now I’m selfishly dragging you into a hopeless situation against your better judgment. What would possibly entice you to make good on a marriage proposal under such circumstances?”“You would…” his voice was gentle, as his troubled eyes searched mine. “If what I’ve seen is the worst of you…then it will be a miracle if I ever find a way to deserve you.

— M.A. George

Wow… At least I can rest assured that you definitely can’t read my mind,” I remarked. “Clearly you know nothing about me…because the surest way to keep me from doing something is to tell me I have no other choice.

— M.A. George

Yeah, sure,” I scoffed. “You’re the picture of respectability and moral character… You expect me to believe you were your parents’ worst nightmare? What was your criminal act of choice—drunken bar fights? Or maybe Grand Theft Auto? Don’t tell me you sold the crown jewels to buy drugs… It’s so disappointingly cliché.

— M.A. George

You and your ‘potential’,” I lazily rolled my eyes. “According to you, everyone has it…and no one is living up to it.

— M.A. George