Quotes from Melissa Kantor

You were sleeping?" said Princess One. "No," I said. "Sometimes I just like to lie in the dark for hours with my eyes closed.

Nothing . That's what happens to the stepmother in Cinderella . Nothing.

Because if I have a wicked stepmother and two evil stepsisters, aren't I supposed to get a prince?

People never think things that are true are funny.

Sometimes it's hard to hear when we've done something wrong. But we can learn from our mistakes.

TEN BREAKUP COMMANDMENTS: 1. Move out 2. You cannot be friends 3. Do not process this break-up together 4. Do not bad mouth your ex to other people 5. Get rid of anything that reminds of him 6. Start and exercise regimen 7. Pursue an interest you could not have pursued while you and your ex were together 8. Take a vacation 9. Embrace Change 10. Go on a date

Apparently, he was too busy living his own life to be a character in the imaginary novel that was mine.

Apparently being Cinderella isn't so bad after all.

Why is it I can spend a dozen Friday nights staring at the peeling walls of my "room" without anyone in the family so much as poking a head down to see if I'm alive, while the one time I actually have plans (major plans, plans that necessitate extraordinary focus and massive preparation), my stepmother suddenly suggests we sing a duet of "Getting to Know You"?

I was just thoughts, just air. There was nothingness all around me. Was this what it was like to be dead? When you died, did you still sense everything going on around you, only it was happening so far away that you didn't care about it? You were floating through space and time, and nothing that happened to you mattered because nothing really could happen to you because you didn't exist?

And suddenly I started to cry. Serious sobs, the kind where your stomach hurts and you can't breathe and there's snot running down your face. I was crying so hard I couldn't even mute the sounds I was making, and Luke put his hand on my back and I thought about how everyone would think that I was crying because of Stacy's fucking speech and I wanted to kill someone. I wanted to kill someone and I wanted to die and I wanted to run as far and as fast as I could.

Prince Charming was requesting my presence tonight.

Be honest, Do I give off a vibe that says 'No, handsome stud, I don't want you to make a pass at me,' while at the same time communicating, 'Hello there, acne-ridden dwarf. Promise me we'll meet again.

There was no way that sentence was coming out of my mouth.

I hate gender stereotypes like girls love princesses and boys like guns. . . my point is that tying particular behaviors and interests to particular gender seems to be the major reason guys who like dance get called names.

W]hen I told my dad why I was calling, he just said, 'Honey, you're so beautiful it doesn't matter what you wear.' I wondered how many dads in America were, at that very moment, giving their daughters the same useless advice mine was giving me.

If I was going to do something, I wanted to give my life over to it, to love it, to wake up in the morning for it like I had for dance.

I realize that," said Ms. Daniels. "Unfortunately, hard work is not always enough.

This is the worst thing that will ever happen, I thought, and as I stared into Olivia's enormous green eyes, I knew she was thinking the same thing. This is the worst thing that will happen to us in our entire lives.

If love was a disease, I'd been cured.

What if in every breakup, the dumper gets to live happily ever after, while the dumpee gets a lifetime membership in the Bitter Book Club?

Why take the risk? Surely somebody would invent a crystal ball to tell you whether or not a relationship would work out before it started.

Apparently, he was too bust living his own life to be a character in the imaginary novel that was mine.

Looking back at that conversation, I can't help wondering: Did I know? Did I know what was coming, and did I think that as long as I wouldn't let Livvie say the words, they wouldn't be true?