Class Quote: Write a poem about it.
Gary: (After being notified of fire alarm testing) This would be the perfect time to burn down the building.
Jade: Monks are God’s janitors.
Jenessa: Can I start even though I lost it?
Sara: (while pointing at eyes) What do you call these? Your eyeholes?
Gary: I call them my eyes.
Sara: No. Just imagine if your eyes weren’t there.
Abby W.: Is grey dark white or light black?
Evy: I picked you. XOXO -Death.
Jade: Gnome-body cares.
Liv: We are goodly written.
Evy: I don’t know if my nonfiction counts as nonfiction because I made it all up.
Gary: There are a lot of things about me that are very pretty.
Abby C.: (to Jenessa) I think you’re too short!
Gary: (to Hallie about her baby, Adeline) Well done.
Zoey: I’ve rambled on for about 6 pages now. I should probably find a point.
Gary: I’m an attention black hole.
Jade: (to Gary) The haircut and the messenger bag make you look like a midlife crisis.
Gary: Everyday is fine if you look through a fine lens.
Sara: I own America and so do you! (points at Gary)
Evy: You know you’re in creative writing when you’re all standing in the back of a pickup next to a cemetery.
Gary: At 11:42.
Sara: This looks creepy. We got out of a van with a forty year old man in a gas station in Bertrand.
Zoey: 4 lines: a couplet but twice.
Sara: (standing in front of crowd to read her poem) This means a lot to me and I just really want you all to be supportive. (starts reading poem) “Toast, Slice, Butter…”
Gary: (Liv points nose at Hope) Is that pointing?
Liv: Yeah, with my nose. She knows.
Tessa: Remove your hand from my leg before I remove your head.
Gary: (As he leaves room) When I return I will still be wearing shoes.
Liv: sapnu puas
Sara: When technology fails you, get a pigeon.
Jade: I’m a competitive milk chugger.
Gary: There’s a chapter in her book called Crappy First Drafts.
Sara: So it’s about your poetry?
Zoey: Death needs to be able to come off my wrist.
Jade: I have jalepeno up my nose.
Evy: Well, I guess I could kill somebody…
Hope: That’s not pervy; that’s drugs.
Zoey: Can you have any confidence as a writer?
Evy: If you do, you’re not doing it right.
Liv: Put some daddy issues in there.
Gary: (Zoey gets up to write a quote on the board) Where are you going?
Zoey: To write myself down.
Abby W.: My foot forgot how to be a foot.
Maddie: Anybody want to read a pig story?
Evy: I’m making myself emo over here.
Abby W.: I want to friend punch a lot of people.
Sara: That sounds like French punch.
Liv: I think that’s more of a mouth thing.
Evy: I’ll French punch you with my tongue.
Jade: Fight Club.
Avery: Is this one of those pens that when you squish it the eyes pop out? (squishes Sara’s pen) Oh, yeah.
Gary: The past tense of squint is annoying. Squinted.
Abby W.: Squant.
Sara: (class standing in Abby W.’s pickup outside a flower shop) The things we do for 11:42.
Jade: (to Gary) You have a pity laugh.
Gary: All my laughs are pity laughs. (he laughs)
Liv: Did you just pity laugh for yourself?
Hope: I want to go hunting for a man!
Gary: These quotes are crap.