Quotes from Alex Flinn

I just knew. There was no movie ending. There was only an ending.

Love is Never Ugly

What happened December 12?" Polyester asks. I look at the wall, my attention suddenly riveted by a palmetto bug, feelers writhing. I could kill it if I wanted. He hit me." The bug slides to the floor.

Maybe Cinderella was the bad guy in the story, and her stepsisters were just nerdy girls who wanted a boyfriend. How politically correct was it, really, to make the villains ugly? And how realistic? In my experience, it was usually the pretty people who were mean to the ugly ones, not the other way.

We sit, silent, the comfortable way only good friends can sit.

But this girl isn't just beautiful. She's perfect in a way that's unreal

his brown eyes are intoxicating, and in that moment, I see my escape.

Still, as I watch the sun journey higher up on the horizon, I appreciate that, for only the second time in my entire life, I am alone, blessedly alone, with no one to tell me what to do or what to wear, no one to have to be polite to. Nothing. But I do not wish to be alone, not entirely. Now that I am finally alone, it feels...lonely.

I wonder how many times in my life I would have been able to prevent something, change something, do something different, if only I'd listened to someone.

Sometimes it also helps to have a bit less pride.

I remember how Talia got me to talk about the gardening thing. I've never told anyone else about that, but with this girl, I sort of feel like I can be myself without worrying about looking uncool. After all, she doesn't even know what "cool" is.

Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like good. A beautiful thing like this rose: I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost.

Those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy. from Beastly

Funny how you can know something and yet not believe it's possible.

It is hard to know how to save the world if one has never lived in it.

Like me, she has scruples. Why is it that only people with money have scruples? Do we have no money BECAUSE we have scruples?

What? Listen,you..." And then, strangely enough, she calls me a female dog.

I can see into his soul, and it is beautiful.

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

Surface beauty...is always easy to recognize. But if someone is braver, stronger, smarter, that's harder to see.

Meg makes a face and lays her hand on my arm. "And why, exactly, would John want to see Eurotrash?" "Hello?" Ryan says. "Because he's a seventeen-year old guy with normal male urges, and she's got-" He holds both hands out from his chest. "Really pretty eyes," I complete his sentence.

But it's not enough. I don't look human. If I went outside, people would scream at the sight of me. Looks matter to most people. That's reality in the world." "Not my world." I petted Pilot. "I like your world, Will, but it doesn't have a very big population. I'm going to let her go.

We judge people too much by their looks because it's easier than seeing what's really important.

I try not to. I mean, you shouldn't miss people who don't miss you, right?