Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes.

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.

My life is a black hole of boredom and despair." "So basically you've been doing homework." "Like I said, black hole.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

Streams of melting snow.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?

She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.

Good luck trying to force Evie to do anything else once she has made up her mind. She is the definition of a stubborn, headstrong teenager.” “And you love me for it.” “I do.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

Do not get caught pursuing the goals of who you used to be instead of who you are.

The determination to win is the better part of winning.

Even the cry from the depths is an affirmation: Why cry if there is no hint or hope of hearing?

Digiphrenia”—the way our media and technologies encourage us to be in more than one place at the same time.

Every work of art has one indispensable mark ... the center of it is simple, however much the fulfillment may be complicated.

There must have been something in the air of Gary that led one into economics: the first Nobel Prize winner, Paul Samuelson, was also from Gary, as were several other distinguished economists.

What separated me from all my homeboys is the fact that I didn't get caught inside the reality. I was always dreaming about doing something else or going somewhere else.

Not everything in life can or should be explained. Part of every painting should be incomplete...to be completed in the mind of the viewer.

No hatred is so bitter as that of near relations.

A comic can be aesthetically beautiful. I think they captured it beautifully and accurately.