The Lost Marble Notebook of Forgotten Girl & Random Boy Quotes

“Swear to me that no matter what happens,
no matter how hurt you get,
you'll still be
that serial killer writer,
that strong, beautiful chick
I was obsessed with
in high school. Promise me
you'll always go down swinging,
and that you'll get back up
with that smile that
can corrupt a saint”
― Marie Jaskulka, The Lost Marble Notebook of Forgotten Girl & Random Boy

“You Have to Understand that a girl’s words are her soul, and her soul is her heart. A marble notebook is the hope chest of the modern day. You should know that opening these pages is like unbuttoning my skin, and once we go in, we can never go back.”
― Marie Jaskulka, The Lost Marble Notebook of Forgotten Girl and Random Boy

“I think when you’re the kind of person who feels she’s been forgotten, you don’t see everything— you forget yourself, too, and you certainly don’t notice the ones who remember you so quietly.”
― Marie Jaskulka, The Lost Marble Notebook of Forgotten Girl and Random Boy

“It’s not like when we were little and everything was magic. Now, it seems like so few things in this life are awesome. The truest moments are scarce and instantaneously gone, so you should maybe try to appreciate them, not squash their fiery beauty into the ground like cigarette butts.”
― Marie Jaskulka, The Lost Marble Notebook of Forgotten Girl and Random Boy

“When she lets me see what she’s always scribbling in that marble notebook, well, it’s sort of a disappointment— not because it’s bad, because I don’t know the first thing, but I know I don’t see a word in here about me. And I’m looking.”
― Marie Jaskulka, The Lost Marble Notebook of Forgotten Girl and Random Boy

“When He Reads My Words He goes as silent as death and touches his forehead, crinkles his brows like he’s thinking hard thoughts. Of course I’ve only shown him the edited version. I took out the 3 billion words I’ve written about him.”
― Marie Jaskulka, The Lost Marble Notebook of Forgotten Girl and Random Boy

“He is at my window asking, “Rough day?” as though he does this sort of thing all the time. He gets comfortable on the sill. He is older than me, but just as—I don’t know.”
― Marie Jaskulka, The Lost Marble Notebook of Forgotten Girl and Random Boy