And so there was a fundamental scepticism about the ability of any institution, even one like the novel, to tell us anything true.

As if it were possible for one person to care about another and still treat him or her like this.

But what if time worked the other way around?What if what his adolescent self had felt then was the ghost of his present one, sitting here on a sagging bench, beckoning him into his future?

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

There is no such thing as a perfect phrase, or a private language, and . . . time only runs the one way.

Some people think the real them is whoever they are when they're not around other people.

It's like Charlie's dreamed everything he lived through here.

Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.

Three’s all you need to change the world. Look at the Bolsheviks, or the Jimi Hendrix Experience.

William, an artist is someone who combines a desperate need to be understood with the fiercest love of privacy-

No amount of art, even of the Great American variety, can elevate you above, or insulate you from, the divisions, the cataclysms, of ordinary life.

The Soul is attached to the world, and her Love contains the passion, beauty, and awe that make life worth living.

Do good.Spread love.Embrace all.Hurt none.

A nonhot boy stares at you and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy...well.

There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

A sociopath will do anything to win. Anything.

We can often better help another by fanning a glimmer of goodness than by censuring his faults.

My parents have basically just taught me the rules of the stage and everything since I was eight.

No atheist says there is no god!

Racism built me into a person that was set up to be self-destructive.

I'm not one of those actors who asks for too many favours. So when I do, people tend to listen.