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Any good quotes from the novel Exit Here by jason meyers?

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  1.  inhale. exhale.


  2. The s**t that happened in my life and this book is real. And because I finally woke up to that whole realization much too late- the realization that life really happens and there is always a consequence for your actions- I lost everything, in some sense, but in a weird kind of great way, if you flip it all around, I may have gained the most important thing of all: the truth. I can live with that.


    Don't thank me for this. I'm doing what's right. People shouldn't have to be thankful for doing the right thing.


    All of that work and all of that time just for nothing, and maybe that's how things have to be sometimes.


     


    And it's right now, at this exact moment, when I finally make a real choice, a real f*****g decision. I finally figured out what needs to be done next.


    f**k everyone's apologies. I'm sick of hearing them. No one is sorry about anything. None of us care that much to be sorry about anything.


     


    I watch them run across the street and eventually they just fade into everything else.


     


    The water feels amazing against my skin, like a thousand years of scars and bruises and fractures and sprains are going awway with each passing second.


     


    Things happen and people change. You can't be the same person all the time.


    You don't have to be at war with me. I only want for you what you think you want for yourself.


     


    Life changes everything, even promises.


     


    It's like some Boyz n the Hood, Menace II Society type bullshit.


     


    But she's going to do what she want to do. No one in my family can really stop her. She is who she is, and she knows it.


     


    Imagine having to say something so bad, worse than at any other moment in your entire life, and then imagine finally getting the chance to say ir to everyone, only no one is listening because they're saying the most important thing of their lives at the same time. It's kinda like that.


     


    The truth is so beyond you at this point. The truth is something you obviously can't get a handle on.


     


    I don't want to know about what happened while we weren't together. I just want to get back what I lost. I want to feel like I did before I ever left the city.


     


     


    Flipping through them, one Kodak memory at a time, I pass over the frozen images of all of us. Michael doing lines. Kyle l*****g a blunt. Claire flashing the camera. Chris walking around naked in my backyard with a beer in his hands during a part. Laura and Claire making out. Images that could ruin someone's life someday. Images that could be used as blackmail.


     


    And they just start destroying s**t, just completely annihilating the crowd, and it's f*****g amazing, f*****g awesome.


     


    All i'm saying is that i'm here for you if that day ever comes.


     


    Don't tell me what to do. This is my house. I built it. This is MY city. I built it!


    Come on, dudes, nothing says virginity quite like bringing a marker to a party and tagging a bathroom mirror.


     


    This whole stand-up, nice guy routine you're putting on for everyone. Like you give a s**t about people all of the sudden. It's not fooling anyone, dude. We all know you want things the way they were before you left just so you can have your king-s**t, big-time status back.


     


    They're supposed to finish highschool and experience other things, way better things. They're supposed to leave home and get away from it all.


     


    I'm super high and really paranoid, feeling like everyone at this party is staring at me and knows i'm tweaking, so I decide that I need to start getting really drunk.


     


    The dude she is with is a real t**d burglar, he thinks he's like king of the hipsters and s**t, but he's lame. He's like 25, he doesn't work, his band sucks, and he's way too into The Strokes.


    I've watched you spend your whole life not feeling bad about anything you've ever done.


     


    You can't just come back and wave a wand and try to make everything the way it was.


     


    The two of us stand in complete silence for like the next minute, until this really nice beamer cruises by, bumping some good hip-hop beats.


     


    The only time he's ever drunk is when he's home, and the only time he's ever home, he's always drunk.


     


    Dont you think you can right your wrongs? That you can make things better by trying to get back everything you lost?


     


    Yeah, Trav. He was like " I used to have 15 pairs of black socks and you used to have 12, and now you have 15 pairs and I have 12." And I was like " Get the f**k out of my room, man. If you ever come in here and countmy socks again, i'm going to light your f*****g cape on fire."


     


    Life is about accumulating a group of stories, so rich and interesting that they'll serve you well beyond the time that whatever career you have has ended. That's what this day-to-day s**t is really about. The accumulation of amazing stories and having the bruises and scars that show for them.

     


  3. The s**t that happened in my life and this book is real. And because I finally woke up to that whole realization much too late- the realization that life really happens and there is always a consequence for your actions- I lost everything, in some sense, but in a weird kind of great way, if you flip it all around, I may have gained the most important thing of all: the truth. I can live with that.


    Don't thank me for this. I'm doing what's right. People shouldn't have to be thankful for doing the right thing.


    All of that work and all of that time just for nothing, and maybe that's how things have to be sometimes.


     


    And it's right now, at this exact moment, when I finally make a real choice, a real f*****g decision. I finally figured out what needs to be done next.


    f**k everyone's apologies. I'm sick of hearing them. No one is sorry about anything. None of us care that much to be sorry about anything.


     


    I watch them run across the street and eventually they just fade into everything else.


     


    The water feels amazing against my skin, like a thousand years of scars and bruises and fractures and sprains are going awway with each passing second.


     


    Things happen and people change. You can't be the same person all the time.


    You don't have to be at war with me. I only want for you what you think you want for yourself.


     


    Life changes everything, even promises.


     


    It's like some Boyz n the Hood, Menace II Society type bullshit.


     


    But she's going to do what she want to do. No one in my family can really stop her. She is who she is, and she knows it.


     


    Imagine having to say something so bad, worse than at any other moment in your entire life, and then imagine finally getting the chance to say ir to everyone, only no one is listening because they're saying the most important thing of their lives at the same time. It's kinda like that.


     


    The truth is so beyond you at this point. The truth is something you obviously can't get a handle on.


     


    I don't want to know about what happened while we weren't together. I just want to get back what I lost. I want to feel like I did before I ever left the city.


     


     


    Flipping through them, one Kodak memory at a time, I pass over the frozen images of all of us. Michael doing lines. Kyle l*****g a blunt. Claire flashing the camera. Chris walking around naked in my backyard with a beer in his hands during a part. Laura and Claire making out. Images that could ruin someone's life someday. Images that could be used as blackmail.


     


    And they just start destroying s**t, just completely annihilating the crowd, and it's f*****g amazing, f*****g awesome.


     


    All i'm saying is that i'm here for you if that day ever comes.


     


    Don't tell me what to do. This is my house. I built it. This is MY city. I built it!


    Come on, dudes, nothing says virginity quite like bringing a marker to a party and tagging a bathroom mirror.


     


    This whole stand-up, nice guy routine you're putting on for everyone. Like you give a s**t about people all of the sudden. It's not fooling anyone, dude. We all know you want things the way they were before you left just so you can have your king-s**t, big-time status back.


     


    They're supposed to finish highschool and experience other things, way better things. They're supposed to leave home and get away from it all.


     


    I'm super high and really paranoid, feeling like everyone at this party is staring at me and knows i'm tweaking, so I decide that I need to start getting really drunk.


     


    The dude she is with is a real t**d burglar, he thinks he's like king of the hipsters and s**t, but he's lame. He's like 25, he doesn't work, his band sucks, and he's way too into The Strokes.


    I've watched you spend your whole life not feeling bad about anything you've ever done.


     


    You can't just come back and wave a wand and try to make everything the way it was.


     


    The two of us stand in complete silence for like the next minute, until this really nice beamer cruises by, bumping some good hip-hop beats.


     


    The only time he's ever drunk is when he's home, and the only time he's ever home, he's always drunk.


     


    Dont you think you can right your wrongs? That you can make things better by trying to get back everything you lost?


     


    Yeah, Trav. He was like " I used to have 15 pairs of black socks and you used to have 12, and now you have 15 pairs and I have 12." And I was like " Get the f**k out of my room, man. If you ever come in here and countmy socks again, i'm going to light your f*****g cape on fire."


     


    Life is about accumulating a group of stories, so rich and interesting that they'll serve you well beyond the time that whatever career you have has ended. That's what this day-to-day s**t is really about. The accumulation of amazing stories and having the bruises and scars that show for them.

     


  4.  "even in the rain the kids here run around as if they have no worries at all in world; and deep down... im  little jealous"


     


    my favorite


  5. "Life is about accumulating a group of stories so rich and interesting that they'll serve you well beyond the time that whatever career you have has ended. That's what this day-to-day s**t is really about. The accumulation of amazing stories and having the bruises and scars to show for them."

  6. "there are no happy endings." (third page of the foreword)
    not super bright, but if you're not in a great mood this seems true

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