i had a crush on this guy and i decided to pull a Pavlov on him by offering him whenever i saw him this brand of candy he seemed to really like and after a while whenever he saw me he got excited for a second then you could see his expression shift to wondering the why the hell was he so happy to see me and i swear it was the evilest thing but also the most hilarious i made a guy like me by conditioning him into associating me to a candy he liked
George R.R. Martin goes up to the counter and orders a series of incredibly complicated drinks, each more detailed and layered than the last. The barista works for an hour and finally hands them across the counter to Martin, who promptly throws one of them away with little to no explanation. That coffee had been the barista’s favorite.
[T]here’s one thing that young adult novels rarely are, and that’s boring. They’re built to grab your attention and hold it. And I’m not as young as I once was. At my age, I don’t have time to be bored.— Lev Grossman, "Nothing’s Wrong with Strong Plot and Characters" (via brochant)
It was a long summer, and all Harry asked – and he didn’t think it was much – was that he was allowed to wallow in peace. Letting his parents know about Ginny, and Dean, had been a colossal mistake, as it turned out. Now they either wanted to talk about it or distract him, and Harry had no intention of doing either. He just wanted to lie on his bed and feel sorry for himself, and try not to think about Ginny and Dean having a great summer together.
The invitation to a friend’s gathering, when it came, was a blessing in disguise. “You can come, you know,” his mother said, and he almost fell over himself in his haste to say “I’m all right, thanks”; finally, some hours of uninterrupted wallowing were in his reach. Weirdly, he was looking forward to it.
“Right, well, we’re off,” said James, sticking his head around the door of the living room, where Harry had set up for the day. “You’re all right to stay here sulking, aren’t you?”
“I’m not sulking,” Harry said sulkily.