Oh, terrific," Dan muttered. "Just what we need. Another code! Why can't people just say what they mean? Why can't they say THE MAP IS IN THE DESK?

If the body is pampered, the mind is free to concentrate.

C'mon, Amy, cinnamon rolls are calling us." Dan put a hand to his ear. "Do you hear? 'Amy? Dan?'" he squeaked. "'Come and get my sugary, sticky goodness!

If you think something is impossible, it is. Until you decide it’s possible and you do it.

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

When a family breaks you don't hear the crack of the breaking. You don't hear a sound.

Amy sighed. Just when she started to almost like Ian again—after all, he'd flown across the ocean and had been working around the clock to help—his snob quotient went through the roof.

I drove in last night,' he said. 'I couldn't sleep, it was too hot. So I went outside. I was feeling melancholy. Then I danced with a beautiful girl, and I felt better. What's your story?

I'm so hungry," Amy said sleepily. "Hey, you stole my line," Dan said.

I loved all the parts of him, even the ones I didn't understand.

I knew that the deepest of tragedies was simple: to love, and not to be loved in return.

A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.

As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.

I think it's about time that we represent all women on the catwalk because that is a part of fashion. The way I see it, there's no wrong way to be a woman.

Will we confront climate change in time or will we let fossil fuel companies determine our fate? This is a fight we can't afford to lose, and that's what keeps me moving forward.

It's not even about black and white anymore, because so many people are from mixed backgrounds and mixed ethnicities, and it's just a great time to be able to pull all that together.

Nothing has ever been accomplished in any walk of life without enthusiasm, without motivation, and without perseverance.

Being young and female in America, you watch a lot of TV and you grow up on false images of what love truly is.

I believe that, by taking an extreme approach, you really get the public to actively engage with a cause or a research ,and that is what motivates me with space exploration.

Anger is like a flame blazing up and consuming our self-control, making us think, say, and do things that we will probably regret later.

I'm the foe of moderation, the champion of excess. If I may lift a line from a die-hard whose identity is lost in the shuffle, 'I'd rather be strongly wrong than weakly right.'