Quotes from Robyn Schneider

You know how they categorize Shakespeare's plays, right? If it ends with a wedding, it's a comedy. And if it ends with a funeral, it's a tragedy.

Marina rolled her eyes. "Besides, I saw the way you were staring at each other during lunch. You tow are so completely Pride and Prejudice." "You mean he'll scorn me for my family while convincing my sister's soul mate that eh doesn't really love her?" I asked hopefully.

I almost wished he'd debated Cassidy in her ridiculous Harry Potter costume, so she could've wiped the smirk off his muggle face.

like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.

Do you know who else welcomes everyone to their table?" I asked. "Anyone desperate for friends." He snorted. "Who are you calling desperate?" Nick interrupted, coming over with his tray. "Anyone who would date you," I smiled sweetly. "Whatever, I'm awesome," Nick bused his tray.

Just once I want someone to be afraid of losing me," Phoebe said. "But the only thing Luke's afraid of losing is power.

We're so good together, and it's a tragedy in its own right to throw that away because of something neither of us did. Because the way I figure it, everyone gets a tragedy. And all things considered, I'm glad that car accident was mine. Otherwise I wouldn't be applying to East Coast colleges, or on the debate team, or any of those things, because I wouldn't have met you.

There's a specific energy to different moments, and once you lose it, it can't be recaptured. You've got to record it, or you've got nothing.

I wondered what things became when you no longer needed them, and I wondered what the future would hold once we'd gotten past our personal tragedies and proven them ultimately survivable. When

because that's all you can do in this world, no matter how strong the current beats against you, or how heavy your burden, or how tragic your love story. you keep going.

You in for Chipotle tomorrow? Taco Tuesday, gotta get some tac and guac!" "No one calls it that." I shook my head, grinning. It

Dude, I thought you were gonna stay on your side!" he complained. "That's so sweet," I called. "Who was the big spoon?" "Shut up, Faulkner," Austin grumbled.

I still think that everyone's life, no matter how unremarkable, has a singular tragic encounter after which everything that really matters will happen. That moment is the catalyst- the first step in the equation. But knowing the first step will get you nowhere- it's what comes after that determines the result.

The death of a relationship. At least I was dressed for the wake.

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discovered a long time ago that the smarter you are, the more tempting it is to just let people imagine you. We move through each other's lives like ghosts, leaving behind haunting memories of people who never existed.

There is a type of problem in organic chemistry called a retrosynthesis. You are presented with a compound that does not occur in nature, and your job is to work backward, step by step, and ascertain how it came to exist—what sort of conditions led to its eventual creation. When you are finished, if done correctly, the equation can be read normally, making it impossible to distinguish the question from the answer.

If you think about it, there's something quite depressing about living in a gated community full of six-bedroom "Spanish-style" homes while, half a mile down the road, illegal migrant workers break their backs in the strawberry fields, and you have to drive past them every morning on the way to school.

Just so long as you're cool with outercourse, I guess I don't mind." I grinned. "What the heck is outercourse?

IF EVERYTHING REALLY does get better, the way everyone claims, then happiness should be graphable. You draw up an X axis and a Y axis, where a positive slope represents a positive attitude, plot some points, and there you go. But that's crap, because better isn't quantifiable

I still think that everyone's life, no matter how unremarkable, has a singular tragic encounter after which everything that really matters will happen. That moment is the catalyst—the first step in the equation. But knowing the first step will get you nowhere—it's what comes after that determines the result.

There's this poem," Cassidy finally said, "by Mary Oliver. And I used to write a line from it in all of my school notebooks to remind myself that I didn't have to be embarrassed of the past and afraid of the future. And it helped. So I'm giving it to you. The line is, 'Tell me, what is it you plan to do/With your one wild and precious life?

I like you like this," Cassidy said. "Like what?" I asked as I merged onto Eastwood Boulevard. "Talking. You hold back if there are too many people around.

She was achingly effortless, and she would never, in a million years, choose me. But, for the next few minutes, I contented myself with the magnificent possibility that she might.