Quotes from Rachel Cohn

Listen to me: I never married because I was too easily bored. It's an awful, self-defeating trait to have. It's much better to be too easily interested.

I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don't want to-that's a good place to start, right?

I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

Cinderella! Dov cried. Let down your hair!

Some spray-painted graffiti on the wall asks, Is it nothing to you all who pass by? Lamentations 1:12 and I think, No, Lord, whoever the hell You are, this is not nothing to me. This counts.

It still might be a shock. To realize you are just one story walking among millions.

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

Males are the most incomprehensible species.

True Love. I'm starting to suspect the concept is pure illusion, an insipid brand name manufactured by Hallmark and Disney." — Cupcake

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I'll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal." "It's Christmas, Dashiel. Can't you give that atitude a rest?" "Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents." "What presents?" "I'm sorry—those were all from Mom, weren't they?

There's the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there's also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield and Minor Threat and Dusty Springfield and Belle & Sebastian, and as I flip through his musical life, getting to know his tastes, I must acknowledge that not only am I not frigid, but I also may be multi-orgasmic.

It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

I turn the key and I turn the key and I turn the key and she doesn't do a damn thing.

What I'm sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I'm sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry that my stupidity caused us to lose a great opportunity. I don't imagine you would have met me and fallen crazy in love with me, but I would like to think that if you'd had a chance to meet me under different circumstances, something just as nice could have happened. We could have become friends.

A bell rings and Pavlov's dog has a fucking seizure on the dance floor.

We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing.

What's a slut? I ask him. A girl who puts out too easily. Puts out what? I imagine Greer putting out dinner and don't understand what Iwan wouldn't like about that. Puts out, you know... His face, already beet red from our run, turns a darker scarlet. Sex. I wonder where Greer puts the sex out.

I love the way you look when reading a book—content and dreamy, off in another world.

Drosophila," I said, remembering the word. "What?" Lily asked. "Why do girls always fall for guys with the at ention span of drosophila?" "What?" "Fruit flies. Guys with the attention span of fruit flies." "Because they're hot?" "This," I told her, "is not the time for being truthful.

From the time I was a baby, my mom took me to the library at least once a week. Librarians were like Mary Poppins to me. They always knew how to match a book to my mood or to whatever I was going through at the time. I could always find peace in books.

Who's Jessie? My Yugo You have a name for your Yugo? Please don't tell me you're one of those guys who also names his dick. Unfortunately, I've yet to find the perfect name for mine, so it's in this netherworld of nameless identity right now.