Quotes from Rachel Cohn

That's a nice quote," Langston said. "Underline it and fold down the page for me, will you?" I did as instructed.

And you were captured at pretty much every angle possible-it's impressive that the statue of George Washington didn't whip out an iPhone and email the photos to his friends.

What I mean is that when people say right person, wrong time, or wrong person, right time, it's usually a cop-out. They think that fate is playing with them. That we're all just participants in this romantic reality show that God gets a kick out of watching. But the universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

The more he gives me, the more I want.

It's always the ones who believe who are hurt the most when things go wrong.

Maybe if it were up to me I wouldn't have the whole world collectively believe in Santa Claus, but I would definitely have them collectively believe in something , because there is a messed-up kind of beauty in the way we can all bend over backward to make life seem magical when we want to.

At last I had it—the Christmas present I'd wanted all along, but hadn't realized. His words.

It seemed weird to me that he'd spent his Christmas alone Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and had seemed to like it. He hadn't seemed to think anyone should feel sorry for him about that, either.

It's always the ones who believe who are hurt the most when things go wrong. She

Langston took the latest red Moleskine notebook that Grandpa bought me and, together with Benny, mapped out a series of clues to find a companion just right for me.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way. This notebook is a strange instrument—the player doesn't know the music until it's being played.

hope I never love someone so much that they could hurt me the way Langston was hurt, so wounded all he could do was cry and mope around the house and ask me to make him peanut butter and banana sandwiches with the crusts cut off, then play Boggle with him, which of course I always did, because I usually do whatever Langston wants me to do.

It's moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

I hope that global warming will go away. I hope that people won't be homeless. I hope that suffering will not exist. I want to believe that my hope is not in vain. I want to believe that even though I hope for things that are so magnanimous, I am not a bad person because what I really want to believe in is purely selfish. I want to believe there is somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

I guess I'm nervous to be meeting you," Lily said at long last, eyes still closed. "Likewise," I assured her. "I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books—used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly. ("Look at Clarissa Ã¢â'¬Â¦ she's such a used girl.")

Maybe the simple diagnosis of either hetero or homo is misleading. Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable, like a circus performer

But I couldn't concentrate on writing in the notebook. I wanted to live inside it, not write in it.

But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

Know what the best thing your true love can give you is?" I asked him. "What?" said Dash. "True love.

Ouch. Cursing—not so dashing.

I can't imagine anyone ever wanting to be alone with me that much.

Boy needs to get a good night's sleep. Otherwise, he'll be lucky to get accepted at SUNY-So Far Upstate You Might As Well Be In Canada, eh ?

It is possibly true what Grandpa's buddies have repeatedly told me: Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.