Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.

Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.

Emergency dance party--go away.

I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?

You flirt with everything." She could tell that her eyes were popping-- her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. "You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

She was tired of being the one who cried.

Levi was smiling. He kicked her chair again.

Ask yourself:Am I living my past, present or future?

We have lost the art of public tenderness, these small gestures of wiping and washing; we have forgotten how abjectly the body welcomes a formal touch.

Hate does not produce love, and by hate one cannot remake the world.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Negative minds full of fear and doubt produce negative lives, which can ultimately destroy your life.

We all know that girls who compete in sports perform better in school, are physically healthier and have a stronger self-esteem.

That a viewer does not see what the artist intended does not make the composition a failure... In reality all artists speak first to themselves and then to an audience.

You know, I'm really not that competent at describing things musically.

War, to sane men at the present day, begins to look like an epidemic insanity, breaking out here and there like the cholera or influenza, infecting men's brains instead of their bowels.

The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.