Quotes from Stephen Chbosky

I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.

And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

It's like he would take a photograph of Sam, and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it's beautiful is because of Sam.

I hate you. I love you. You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have. I'm trying not to be.

Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don't know why.

Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.

I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.

I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked "good". Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair's right for the first time in your life? I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.

To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.

I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't

Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.

On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.

But right now I'm here with you. And I want to know where you are, what you need, and what you want to do.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

It's strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.