Rachel Cohn Quotes

When in doubt, ingest carbs.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

The reward is in the risk.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies. -Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. “There’s only willing.

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

There is no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? but realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.

The universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?

Nick and I could become goodwill ambassadors for the city now that the porno shops on 42nd Street are gone. Must make mental note to contact mayor.

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it’s difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there’s nothing else you could ever want.

Better to end this dream before it becomes a nightmare.

Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?

I am bigger than the box I'm in.

[S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I’m making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she’s given me pain.

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that's maybe hopeless

Because I withered under the glare of an actual invitation, I was a firm believer in preventive prevarication--in other words, lying early in order to free myself later on.

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.

You should never wish for wishful thinking.

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between "love" and "in love

We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing.

The humans create life, and senselessly cause death. For nothing.

They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray.

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

The only use she has for the word fun is to make the word funeral.

Be careful what you’re doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head

I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.

It broke the spell. It's not that I stopped being happy. I was still inexplicably, utterly happy. But suddenly the happiness had implications.

Things change all the time, mostly in little ways.

Bruises mapped my body from bumping into tables and tripping over curbs while walking with a book in my hand, my eyes focused on the pages instead of the live space around me.

Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.

Answer all the questions that I'm too afraid to ask

I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable.

People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?

If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever just be.-- Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

There. I've said everything I wanted to say without actually having to use the words "please stay

Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.