My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.

Plus, once he did the requisite double-take and recognized me, he’d probably beat the crap out of any guy who looked at me in all my Snow White meets Frederick’s of Hollywood glory.

I will never forget what you did to me. I will never forgive it. I will never stop mourning what you stole from me. But I realize now I can't steal it back and I'm done spending every day trying to.

It doesn't matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and act the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway. Evil's resourceful that way.

But you can only go so long being angry before you learn to hate.

I didn't belong in this world anymore. It's not that I wanted to be dead, I just felt like I should be.

I think I’ll stay in pieces. I can shift them, rearrange, depending on the day, depending on what I need to be. I can change on a whim and be so many different girls and none of them has to be me.

I'd watch her, amazed at just how much a person could accomplish fueled by tea and regret.

Maybe I don't need to save her forever. Maybe I can just save her right now, in this moment, and if I can do that, maybe it will save me and maybe that can be enough.

Every normal family is one tragedy away from complete implosion.

His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.

The best teacher is he who kindles the fire of imaginations and does not fill minds with only information.

...He was wrong about the sadness though: far better to have it when you're young. A sad pretty girl inspires the urge to console, unlike a sad old crone.

How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?

The only world in which "defeat" exists as a reality is the one darkened by the false idea that what may have happened to us a moment ago is the same as what's possible for us to achieve now.

I can barely turn on my computer!

The really great athletes make their news on the field, not off the field.

When you're tempted to be upset, ask yourself 'Is this worth giving up my joy?'

It seems like everywhere I go I can't get real love.

There isn't a plant or a business on earth that couldn't stand a few improvements-and be better for them. Someone is going to think of them. Why not beat the other fellow to it?

I am concerned about how to reverse the process by which a fundamentalist right and a corporate elite were able to seize power in the United States.