Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
I can’t tell anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake, or which is worse.
I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page
Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.
Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.
I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.
He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.
I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.
I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.
I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life.
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.
Revision means throwing out the boring crap and making what’s left sound natural.
It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.
Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.
i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.
There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.
We swore sacred oaths to be strong and to save the planet and to be friends forever.
Sometimes when I find myself very irritated about a topic, I know it's my next book.
Some adults would rather pretend that bad things dont exist than to talk about them.
Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.
Some adults would rather pretend that bad things don't exist than to talk about them.
Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.
I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.
She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.
I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.
He says a million things without saying a word. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.
The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.
I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.
I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.
They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.
Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.
Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.
I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me.
When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.
The feedback I get is that my books are honest. I don't sugar-coat anything. Life is really hard.
Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses.
The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.
I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.
It is my first morning of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache.
A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces.
IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.
Life is for the living. Don't let the fear of striking out let you from keep you from playing the game.
So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.
She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.
I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.
This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values.
Sometimes things just fall out of your head on the paper, and if you're smart, you learn not to touch them.
I've dealt with depression my entire life, on and off, which makes me the perfect author for teenage readers.
If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.
It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.
Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.