Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.

All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.

Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.

My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preachers Kids. Be afraid.

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preacher's Kids. Be afraid.

The night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

I want to ask him if it’s possible that a girl can be born unlovable, or does she just become that way?

The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.

He frowns. "A dance with the carnivorous Felicity? Why? Has she eaten all the other available gentlemen?

She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

I don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.

You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.

Did you hear? You are free." Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.

If God has nothing better to do than punish schoolgirls for a bit of tomfoolery, then I've no use for God.

Dammit!" "What?" Gonzo sounds panicked. "We're out of gas." "You're Shithenging me." "I Shithenge you not.

Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

Life don’t come to you, Memphis. You gotta take it. We have to take it. Because ain’t nobody handing it to us.

Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?

But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell

But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.

People will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.

The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discusses. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe it.

I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.

Dead bodies are such trouble,” Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.

'The Catcher in the Rye.' When I was a teenager, that was my book; yes, somebody gets it, somebody gets adolescence.

Tell my brother to remember his heart in all things. That is where his honor and his destiny will be found. Tell him.

I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

I’m from the health department. You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella’s got enough typhoid to start his own colony.

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.

What do you feel? I’ve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We aren’t supposed to feel. We’re British.

Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we’ve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.” “He’s not dead; just very tired.

When you live in Brooklyn, if you throw a rock, you'll hit a writer - Jonathan Safran Foer, Jonathan Lethem, Paul Auster.

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.

I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?

I'd like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you're reading Sarah Palin.

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