You’re beautiful. If you believe it, they’ll believe it.

A seal the size of Canada attaches to her soul light.

But let me tell ya, spend every day living only for yourself, every day indulging in little sins that aren’t that big of a deal, and one day I may be showing you the ropes in hell. Amen.

We girls are prewired to like things that make you suffer.

I wonder if Blue knows she’s repainting her room.I wonder if he’s asking if she wants a ride to the party tonight.I wonder if he knows what being strangled feels like.

Someone should have warned me about love's dark underbelly, about the rejection and despair.

No. No way. That name is reserved for females with grace and elegance, not this girl. This girl is...beastly.

Sure you do. Everyone wants to play. They’re just afraid of looking stupid. But you know what’s stupid? Not trying. So just…try.

I may not be perfect for you or the world but guess what I'm not perfect for myself either. I'm dead to you and the world just as I'm dead to myself.-p.b

This is your first and final chance, your one and only biography.

if you don't like something change it and if you cannot change it, change the way you you think about it.

There does not seem to be that collegiality I referred to, there seems to be much more of a them versus us attitude, rather than we all have a role to play in this process so let's get on with it.

A number of current theoretical explorations will turn out to be passing fancies...

Ah, poor Pole. It's been to much for her, this last bit. Turned her head, I shouldn't wonder. She's beginning to see things.

There is no caste in blood.

It is the little bits of things that fret and worry us; we can dodge a elephant, but we can't dodge a fly.

pity and charity may be at root an attempt to propitiate the dark powers that have not touched us yet.

We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later.