Rachel Quotes

I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth." -Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?

How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection?

Well what's in your Amazonian hope chest?

Listen to me: I never married because I was too easily bored. It's an awful, self-defeating trait to have. It's much better to be too easily interested.

Males are the most incomprehensible species.

Do you still Kill Gerbils?

It still might be a shock. To realize you are just one story walking among millions.

No one would want to read a book in which I explain the science of cloning because it would be very dull and it would also make no sense.

True Love. I’m starting to suspect the concept is pure illusion, an insipid brand name manufactured by Hallmark and Disney.” — Cupcake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Things change all the time, mostly in little ways.

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

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.

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.

The complexity embedded in the different levels of meaning that go along with the words "I love you" ought to be a whole mindfuck of a video game

Wow. I feel like in this riot of people, I have been kicked in the stomach, but by the giddy police. Forget about the need for oxygen. My mouth wants to go back to the place it just left.

It's a total lie to say there's only one person you're going to be with for the rest of your life. If you're lucky - and if you try really hard - there will always be more than one.

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.

He's not my step brother technically, so I think it's okay that I kissed him once.

Usually my characters, though young, tend to be street-wise.

I feel like there's so much darkness in all of my books.

Cinderella!" Dov cried. "Let down your hair!

So much is happening and yet nothing at all.

So this chocolate princess. Her knight in shining armor is the Easter Bunny.

People are like that, judging you before they know you.

So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you?

But I know the difference. Everyone else is a ghost. I exist here alone, stranded by choice. Deserted.

Who else would find me at just this moment? First he found me drunk, now he found me cleaning up poo from a barking pony who was about to go into attack mode.

It's over when you decide it's over," Norah says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky. That has nothing to do with us.

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?

It is interesting how keen people are for you to do something they would never dream of doing themselves, how enthusiasticall y they drive you to your own destruction.

Leaving things behind and starting again is a way of coping with difficulties. I learnt very early in my life that I was able to leave a place and still remain myself.

I remain fascinated by where you go as a woman once you are a mother, and if you ever come back.

To become a mother is to learn a whole language - to relearn it, perhaps, as it was the tongue to which we were born - and hence gain entrance to a forgotten world of comprehension.

My children are living, thinking human beings. It isn't in my power to regret them, for they belong to themselves.

I don't really believe in stories, only in the people who tell them.

For me, a novel is always the result of my attempt to impose myself on raw circumstances. It is a concrete form of lived experience.

Writing, more than any other art, is indexed to the worthiness of the self because it is identified in peoples minds with emotion.

Help is dangerous because it exists outside the human economy: the only payment for help is gratitude.