I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin, I wish it would rain or snow, or the wind would blow, or the grass would grow, I wish I had yesterday, I wish there were games to play...

Love doesn't always come when you want it to. Sometimes it just happens, despite your will.

People make the rules of society, not God.

I don't think she's ever coming back.

Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.

Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself!

Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk tome about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!

We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. Through books Cathy and I have lived a zillion lives . . . our vicarious way to feel alive.

Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling piousand self- righteous while you starve small children!

Then turn your eyes back on me, and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects.

And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of findingthe perfect love?

You can't hide the thunderbolt. When it hits you, everybody can see it. Christ, man, don't be ashamed of it, some men pray for the thunderbolt. You're a very lucky fellow. - Calo

If I do decide to have a Girl's Gone Wild moment, I want it to be with some hot young thing, not a senior citizen-Jaycie Lerner

When motherhood becomes the fruit of a deep yearning, not the result of ignorance or accident, its children will become the foundation of a new race.

(You know) you're improving from fight to fight (when you can) showcase your talents against greater opponents every time.

Generally I'm against regulation.

My son, Wolfgang, plays drums, guitars and bass.

Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you.

Oh, gosh, Olive. I'm so embarrassed." "No need to be," Olive tells her. "We all want to kill someone at some point." (179)

We are rather apt to consider an act wrong because it is unpleasant to us.

I think we all suffer from acute blindness at times. Life is a constant journey of trying to open your eyes. I'm just beginning my journey, and my eyes aren't fully open yet.