outsiders

Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history___he first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.

He felt as if there were something missing inside him that didn't fit in with their merriment, with their willing ignorance of the world outside the castle. It went beyond his title. He had enjoyed their company early in his adolescence, but it had become apparent that he'd always be a step away. The worst of it was that they didn't seem to notice he was different- or that he felt different. Were it not for Chaol, he would have felt immensely lonely.

There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that__ a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don__ fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything__ quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleep__hen they appear.

the code of a world he'd never been invited to join.

The cafeteria made him feel like an observer rather than a participant in the high school experience.

In our native terms, the ironic style is often compounded with the sardonic and the hard-boiled; even the effortlessly superior. But irony originates in the glance and the shrug of the loser, the outsider, the despised minority. It is a nuance that comes most effortlessly to the oppressed.

I have always been considered a bit of an outsider, and a general failure at everything I put my hand towards. In fact, you might even go so far as to say that I__ a lesser being of great insignificance! I state this because, when writing a story, you should always start the first line off with at least one basic truth.-First lines from the novel Sukiyaki

She is a loner, too bright for the slutty girls and too savage for the bright girls, haunting the edges and corners of the school like a sullen disillusioned ghost

Maybe from as early as when you're five or six, there's been a whisper going at the back of your head, saying: __ne day, maybe not so long from now, you'll get to know how it feels._ So you're waiting, even if you don't quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realise that you really are different to them; that there are people out there, like Madame, who don't hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you _ of how you were brought into this world and why _ and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs. The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that, it's a cold moment. It's like walking past a mirror you've walked past every day of your life, and suddenly it shows you something else, something troubling and strange.

That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him__e were both unable to get near the real life in life.

It may be necessary to stand on the outside of one is to see things clearly.