I was the only one who knew the whole truth about Lucas--who he really was, and what we felt for each other. The truth was all I had left of him, and I would have to carry it alone.

If you loved someone, you couldn’t let lies come between you. No matter what happened—even if you’d already lost each other forever—you owed each other the truth.

Everyone is lonely, we have to remember that life is to be lived one day at a time. You cannot worry about the past or future. Happiness is in the now.

That means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.

I apologized to her once for spending less time with her, but she blew it off. "You're in love. That makes you actually kind of boring to people who aren't in love. You know, the sane ones.

Are you calling me a weirdo? Highest honor I can bestow.

Self-knowledge is better than self-control any day," Raquel said firmly. "And I know myself well enough to know how I act around cookies.

People get stupid when they're in love; people want what they can't have; and the years between ages twelve and eighteen always, always suck.

forget normal, we're going to be extraordinary" -Lucas :)

I hear your insults and plan to silence them with my victory.

Every form of art is another way of seeing the world. Another perspective, another window. And science - that's the most spectacular window of all. You can see the entire universe from there.

In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears... life!

155Sometimes I definitely feel a sense of accomplishment but it’s never after accomplishing something.

If you have something really important you want to say, you have to read your audience, I guess.

Perhaps the worst thing about suffering is that it finally hardens the hearts of those around it.

God didn't come down and tell me; I had to find it out through many years of experience. The work came first; the inspiration came later.

One of the reasons we don't do as well as we should is that we are all over-taught.

The Mekons were kind of like the background music of my life.

I suppose the point you grow up is the point you let the dreams go.

The poor should learn what has always been the motto of the rich: "What's mine is mine and what is yours if I can I steal it."

The blues are the roots and the other musics are the fruits