Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.
Aww, Sheba. So you’re working for Evie. Honestly, who isn’t working for himself in this meshuga world? Some people just hide it better than others.
And please, stay away from those books you devour. They are putting the most fantastical tales into your head.
And falling for Sam Lloyd was the don’t-you-dare cherry on top of a worst-idea sundae.
All the times I say, ‘Don’t see me’? With you, I wish I had an opposite power: See me. See me, Evie. See all of me. There’s a fella who loves you right here. I’m not perfect. I’m a handful. But you kn...
All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.
A Evie le daba igual que le gritaran, pero odiaba sentirse juzgada. La irritaba, y hacía que se sintiera pequeña, fea y sin arreglo.
It stung, too, knowing that it was easier for his father to erase his only son's existence than it was for him to tolerate the disappointment of who his son really was.
¿Es que en ese colegio tuyo no te enseñaron a abordar una investigación?- No. Pero sé recitar el «Himno de batalla de la República» mientras hago martinis.- Lloro por el futuro.
Когато за някои хора светът върви твърде бързо напред, те се опитват да го дърпат назад със страховете си.
My mom's al like sparkle sparkle sparkle and I'm all like sparkle yourself
You want to know what pain is? Try running out of Advil when you’ve got a Category Five period. I’ve had cramps that would make grown men beg for a bullet between the eyes.
You know what works? Denial. As a coping tool, denial is severely underrated.
Yes, after all, if I were to join you, I might enjoy myself, and wouldn't that be a shame? Please, don't spare me another thought.
Why do I feel this response makes Kartik much like governesses who tell their charges grisly fairy tales before bed and then expect them to sleep peacefully through the night?
When the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
When did you become a cynic? Sam asked. Evie smiled. When I found out I was a little girl.
What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.
What Evie needed was a little hair of the dog, but her parents had confiscated her hip flask. It was a swell flask, too—silver, with the initials of Charles Warren etched into it. Good old Charlie, th...
Well, are you going to motivate people to bring peace to war-torn nations, or are you going to motivate people to join a cult and drink the Kool-Aid?