[b]Meg Wolitzer
People are always saying these things about how there’s no need to read literature anymore-that it won’t help the world. Everyone should apparently learn to speak Mandarin, and learn how to write code for computers. More young people should go into STEM fields: science, technology, engineering, and math. And that all sounds to be true and reasonable. But you can’t say that what you learn in English class doesn’t matter. That great writing doesn’t make a difference. I’m different. It’s hard to put into words, but it’s true. Words matter.[/b]
And they always will. If only less and less.
From this day forward, because we are clearly the most interesting people who ever fucking lived, said Ethan, because we are just so fucking compelling, our brains swollen with intellectual thoughts, let us be known as the Interestings. And let everyone who meets us fall down dead in our path from just how fucking interesting we are.
Though not just us I suspect.
Jealousy was essentially “I want what you have,” while envy was "I want what you have, but I also want to take it away so you can’t have it.”
Wow, that’s finally been pinned down!
I’ve always had a fear of being small and ordinary. How can I just have this one life?
Of course you are going to Heaven, aren’t you?
No, of course not. I just feel content, she said carefully.
That’s an old person’s word, said Ethan.
Right, being old is all about contentment.
Then it wouldn’t be long before they all found themselves shocked and sad to be fully grown into their thicker, finalized adult selves with almost no chance for reinvention.
Not counting the few lucky bastards who don’t of course.