Often, when I am able to check out a book, I read it a dozen times before returning it, desperate to remain lost in the magic of someone else's story.

I want to be someone strong and brave enough to make hard choices. But I want to be fair and loving enough to make the right ones.

I'm not sure how we got to this place, where a girl's only value is in what kind of marriage she has, how capable she is of keeping a man happy.

My father might not have held my hand or expressed his love openly, but he taught Callie and me that we had inherent values, that we were fully formed human beings without a boy by our side.

But there's something fundamentally wrong in a system where a girl like Meredith would even consider staying with a boy like Dylan if she has the chance to be free of him.

I don't trust most people. Except for you.""Why me?""Because everyone needs someone to put their faith in.

You’re easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated.

My mission is not to make him happy and bear his children and be his wife. My mission is to kill him.

But I want to be better than the lessons they taught me. I want my love to be greater that my hate, my mercy to be stronger than my vengeance.

I'm glad she's not faking affection. It's more honest than what her husband is doing, at least. Dislike is an emotion I can respect.

There are only two choices. Stay here and die. Or get up and see what happens next.

You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.

Often we read to strengthen our beliefs but not to think.

In the old pieces of furniture almost as in the old paintings, dwells the charm of the past, of the faded which becomes stronger in a man when he reaches an advanced age.

If you make a mistake, celebrate.

It just kills me when these girls look at magazines and wish they could look like that. I try to tell them, 'Nobody looks like that. Everything's airbrushed.'

That's point of writing: building what you need, right?

Perception is the ability to be conscious of self and that which is other than self. Without thinking about it, a distinction is made between who we are and what we perceive.

Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.

It is not the job of art to mirror. Images reflected in a mirror appear to us in reverse. An artist's responsibility is to reveal consciousness; to produce a human document.

In life, success begets success.