People should know about us. Girls who write their pain on their bodies. ~Louisa

Mickey holds up the soggy paper. DIE. Don't you die.

Evan always used to day that it wasn't that you couldn't see that you should be afraid of, but what was right in front of you, in plain sight.

...I'm in a little bubble of warmth, just like I had with Ellis, a place I never thought I'd be again.

People aren't nice, people aren't nice, you should know that by now.

I think Temple is wrong. I don't think I'd dig that kind of art party at all.

...when I look at my arms, I don't think revolutionary. I think sad, and pain, but not revolutionary.

Girl listens to radio. Girl finds music. Girl has whole other world.Girl slips on headphones. World gone.

I'm always losing things.

Everyone here seems to know exactly what they need, but I leave without a thing.

I'm tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us--that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect.

Don't allow anyone to hold you back from expressing your feelings. Maybe you just can't stand a chance of losing some friends, but if you must be truly you, you must be you! Nothing else!

Never fails. Every new book I write seems impossible, writes like I'm typing from dictation, edits like I didn't write it, and finishes like I couldn't possibly have written it.

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

The gods are just. No doubt. But their code of law is dictated, in the last resort, by the people who organize society; Providence takes its cue from men.

We know that priorities are amiss in the world when a man gets a military medal of honor for killing another man and a dishonorable discharge for loving one.

Music is the mediator between the life of the senses and the life of the spirit.

When the wind stops, kite falls but bird flies; because bird did not borrow the wind when rising!

It's such a performance to bring stuff into America. It's a great luxury when I am in England.

No man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether irreclaimably bad.