Quotes from Rachel Cohn

I think that reality has the distinct potential to completely suck, and the way to get around that is to step out of reality from time to time and find something a little more enjoyable with someone you completely, unadulteratedly

But that's what I love about punk music. It has a sense of humor about itself, doesn't pretend to be something it's not. It's kickass funk with a heavy-metal edge, but with a conscience." Good

We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment.

There's no way for me to know she'll find me here. I didn't call. I didn't text. I left it up to old connection, that old friendship sense.

But the older you get, the more you realize that, yes, there are all these things that link you to the past, and you're using the same words and singing the same songs that have always been there for you, but each time, things have shifted, and you have to deal with that shift. Because

Snarl sent me candy! Oh, how I might love him!)

I wasn't going to be tempted to play the field or sow my oats; for me, Lily was the field, and she could have all of my oats. She didn't fit perfectly into my new life, but

Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? But realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.

The exhaustion of living was just too much for me

For sure, the last thing I was going to write to her was All I want for Christmas is you.

Even the hard years have some reason for celebration.

Grandpa has presided over the neighborhood as it went from low-income haven for immigrant families to yuppie enclave.

when you turn a short span of time into a "season," you create an echo chamber for all of its associations

I start to lose consciousness, and only desperation and fear keep my heart pounding, hard. Darkness descends, as Awful rises. Ivan has no idea what's coming. Neither do I. Last time I did not fight hard enough. This time, I will.

Someone should pay for their sins. I'll show you Awful, humans. I can't even see what I'm doing. All I know is rage, and panic, and darkness.

But we had never gone out of our way to reveal ourselves, either. Instead, we'd let the facts speak for themselves.

But there was something so empty about the prospect of a Christmas Day without opening presents

This is why I should consider breaking my straight-edge vow. Beer most certainly would help this situation. It probably couldn't make it any worse. Basic

What's the one thing we want when it comes to the people we love? Time. And what's the scariest thing about how love goes? Time. The thing we want the most is the thing we fear the most, I guess. Time is going to run out. But in the meantime we have... everything.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's not getting over that.

But Langston repeated, "Lily, you just don't understand. What you need is someone to keep you occupied. You need a boyfriend.

Wiis? Wiii? What is the plural?)

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to—the fact that you say that it's over, or the fact that you say it's a game. It's only over when one of us keeps the notebook for good. It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

Your lightness," I said, hardly knowing what I was saying. "It's disarming.