Cute Midwest Quotes

Two chubby, expressionless boys stand to my right. They were once cute children, but now I imagine that they spend hours in dark rooms looking at violent porn. Or perhaps they have tender reveries about being sweet to the girls that they adore from a distance. I'd like to think about them in a generous light -- that they are actually gentle young men -- but it's hard not to stereotype them as potential serial killers. It's their eerie, still blankness that makes me think they're capable of murder -- and the fact that I'm in the Midwest. The Midwest seems to cultivate serial killing. Must be the boxed in geography. (Jonathan Ames, Middle-American Gothic)

understand the curiosity,” Clove said. “You went about this the wrong way, though.” “Do you think your family will ever forgive me?” “I have no idea,” Clove said. “I guess we’ll both have to wait to find out.” “Does that mean you’re leaving?” “I can’t leave,” Clove said, shooting me a small smile. “If I don’t stay, this thistle will destroy your entire garden. I know a thing or two about controlling … thistle.” “Very cute,” I said, taking the lawn and leaf bag from her. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “Now, tell me about the kid who popped a pimple and became a priest,” I instructed. “That sounds like a great story.

There were three girls from the Midwest—two from Michigan and one from Chicago—and they got the whole team hooked on some card game called euchre.