You're not a book person. And now you're not an internet person? What does that leave you?

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.

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

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.

If only you knew what God has in the book of success for you, you wouldn't have a single reason to live in doubts and worries again.

The bravest man in the universe Is the one who has forgiven first.

Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the beauty of a Rose - .

The implication that there was something wrong with the war plan is amusing.

A general message to "everyone" on the planet would go something along the lines of, "Make Love, Not War."

One thing I love is to do childrens hospital visits.

You used to be able to tell a person's nationality by the face. Immigration ended that. Next you discerned nationality via the footwear. Globalization ended that.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

I had a white senator call me a rag head, and I had an African-American legislator call me a conservative with a tan.

If you don't like what you're doing, then don't do it.