The reward is in the risk.

You bookish little pervert.

When in doubt, ingest carbs.

I am a classic 'Star Trek' fanatic.

So much is happening and yet nothing at all.

Cinderella!" Dov cried. "Let down your hair!

I've always been sort of a closet sci-fi geek.

People are like that, judging you before they know you.

I feel like there's so much darkness in all of my books.

I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.

All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that's maybe hopeless

The universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.

There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. “There’s only willing.

The humans create life, and senselessly cause death. For nothing.

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.

I mean, I think I am basically a cool girl, but I am also a pain in the ass.

How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall?

I am a classic Star Trek fanatic. When I was a kid, my mom and I used to go to conventions.

When I was a teenager, the number one book I was most obsessed with was 'Gone with the Wind.'

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way.

We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

What's better, I wonder - to be a toy for the humans, or to control your own destiny , even if the only way to do so is suicide?

No one would want to read a book in which I explain the science of cloning because it would be very dull and it would also make no sense.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?

Hope and belief. I'd always wanted hope, but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it happened.

It's over when you decide it's over," Norah says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky. That has nothing to do with us.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan—making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant.

The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured perfection. They deal.

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.

No--when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life. (Nick, page 156)

We believe in the wrong things. That's what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We're just so damn good at reading them wrong.

I'm thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he's dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren't about me.

The reward is in the risk. You can’t stay hidden inside Grandpa’s overprotective cloak forever. You’ve seemed like you needed to grow out of that for a while. Mom and Dad going away, and the red notebook, these things just helped. Now it’s up to you to

I've always resented Hermione, because I wanted to be her so badly and she never seemed to appreciate as much as I thought she should that she got be her. She got to live at Hogwarts and be friends with Harry and kiss Ron, which was supposed to happen to me.

I walked inside Macy’s and faced the pathetic spectacle of a department store full of shoppers, none of whom were shopping for themselves. Without the instant gratification of a self-aimed purchase, everyone walked around in the tactical stupor of the financially obligated.

With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces." Nick says. "Maybe," Nick says, "what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.

Drosophila,” I said, remembering the word. “What?” Lily asked. “Why do girls always fall for guys with the at ention span of drosophila?” “What?” “Fruit flies. Guys with the attention span of fruit flies.” “Because they’re hot?” “This,” I told her, “is not the time for being truthful.

I could become a nun even if I am a non-believer. I'll learn to fake it like Nick did with me. I will minister the gospel of compassion and kindness and please, always use a condom, from famine-stricken nations to war-torn dead zones. It's possible I might become a nun who kisses other nuns.

From a distance, a clone's luminous eyes are meant to draw in humans and make them feel safe. Up close, the eyes appear hollow. Because of that, humans tend not to look into our eyes too closely, which I've been told is socially preferable, as eyes without souls behind them can be frightening.

In a field, I am the absence of field. In a crowd, I am the absence of crowd. In a dream, I am the absence of dream. But I don't want to live as an absence. I move to keep things whole. Because sometimes I feel drunk on positivity. Sometimes I feel amazement at the tangle of words and lives, and I want to be a part of that tangle.

It's the great male fantasy-all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know-this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want princes, but boys want their princesses just as much.

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