The Infinite Noise (The Bright Sessions, #1)

by Lauren Shippen

They keep putting their big brains together to puzzle out the equation of their son, and—even though they get the math, they know how to do the long division, the addition, the subtraction—they can’t quite comprehend the answer they end up with.

I know this is probably a betrayal to my generation but: social media is such a curse.

Mouth, meet brain. Brain, meet mouth. You guys should get to know each other a little better.

I keep feeling like I’m four steps behind in the conversation. That is not a feeling I’m accustomed to and it frustrates me, but also sort of thrills me, if I’m honest.

Adam’s emotions clear out everything; they quiet the infinite noise of the world

I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone more. Oh. Oh.

One of the most famous lines and, in my opinion, kind of the wrong question. It’s not “to be or not to be,” Hammie—you are. Whether or not you like it. The question is how?

We don’t have the liberty of telling each other, “Hey, I’m having a depressive episode so I’m sorry for being distant or weird or useless or making myself bleed. I wish I could say that this is a one-time thing and will never happen again, but it isn’t and it will. I don’t want to be around you right now or during those times at all, but I would love if you took care of me and sat silently in the corner of the room for when I need someone to hug me. You will get nothing in return except for maybe my friendship when the cloud lifts and I can be human for two seconds. Hope that’s all good with you!”

“We’ll be weird together.”