Quotes from Kelly Bingham

You know the part in Cinderella when everyone goes to the ball and she sits at home, crying? It wasn't because her gown was ripped. It was because she knew she was an idiot for thinking she could grab a prince.

Art is ment to travel from your heart to your head and out through your fingers...

Happy ending roll credits pick our way out, over crushed pieces of popcorn to emerge into the glaring light of day

Pumpkins. That's what we resemble-- pumpkins, in our orange graduation robes. 'This color makes me look so fat,' Angie says, straightening her cap. 'Why can't our school have decent colors?' 'You're not fat,' Michael says, dressed in shirt and tie. You're glowing. Like a nuclear pumpkin. Very attractive, really.

Interesting that the book used the word define. That's just what I've been thinking about. This business of defining who you are and what you are and where you are headed- it's all harder than I thought it would be. I thought that this stuff just... happened, I thought that life just happened, and I guess I thought I'd drift right along, like a leaf on a river, flowing with the current to wherever the river wanted to go.

But all I can come up with is: 'See you, Mr. Musker. And Thank you.' Words that are too small because there are no words big enough.

Life goes on, and deadlines arrive, even when it seems the world should stop out of respect for a shattered self-esteem.

We bask in the scent of cinnamon before Mom puts a scone her plate. 'His name is Rich,' she says. I select a scone too. 'I like a man with an adjective for a name.

M: Don't go there. Besides, you want to tell me about this prom date? Hmm? J: He's just a fiend. We barely know each other. M: Nice, The stuff dreams are made of.

J: You will not believe what Mom is doing. M: Ballroom dancing lessons? Hot-air balloon classes?

M: Don't go there. Besides, you want to tell me about this prom date? Hmm? J: He's just a friend. We barely know each other. M: Nice. The stuff dreams are made of.