Quotes

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.

Bologna girl, that's me.

La mayoría de las veces la noche lleva a otra noche, las semanas a otras semanas y los meses a otros meses. Y tarde o temprano todos moriremos.

Is he a sophomore?" Lydia says. "Please tell me he's in our grade." "I don't know," I say. "But weren't you there when he came to the office?" Peyton says. "The secretary didn't get out her bullhorn and announce what grade he's in. She just took him to meet Headmaster Perkins.

How easy it was to fall in love with every moment of her existence!

Love is not a maybe thing, you know when you love someone.

I took a fresh mug of coffee. Grilling grieving families always goes down better with caffeine.

Some history-making is intentional; much of it is accidental. People make history when they scale a mountain, ignite a bomb, or refuse to move to the back of the bus. But they also make history by keeping diaries, writing letters, or embroidering initials on linen sheets. History is a conversation and sometimes a shouting match between present and past, though often the voices we most want to hear are barely audible. People make history by passing on gossip, saving old records, and by naming rivers, mountains, and children. Some people leave only their bones, though bones too make a history when someone notices.

I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

Porque cree en sí mismo, no intenta convencer a otros. Porque está conforme consigo mismo, no necesita la aprobación de otros.

Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

A boo is a lot louder than a cheer.

I would rather die than have my fans see me without a pair of heels on. And that's show business.

Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, “You are sweet,” and slipped it under the curve of Anne’s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert.

One more game," somebody behind her said, and somebody else said, "But who's going to be It?

Toto did not really care whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him; but he knew the little girl was unhappy, and that made him unhappy too.