Quotes from Rachel Cohn

The sound of the ocean breaking our silence was like chocolate syrup poured into a glass of milk, dispersing into awkward dark clumps while waiting to be stirred.

Wow. I feel like in this riot of people, I have been kicked in the stomach, but by the giddy police. Forget about the need for oxygen. My mouth wants to go back to the place it just left.

She murmured, in that particular Nancy way of hers that grates most when my inner bitch is aching to be let loose, 'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.' My eyes popped open to see her lemon face standing over me. 'SOMEONE,' I hissed, 'HASN'T EVEN WOKEN UP YET. GOD, WHAT IS YOUR ANEURYSM? CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?

A department store two days before Christmas Eve is like a city in a state of siege....

My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot.

The humans create life, and senselessly cause death. For nothing.

If I were going to give you more advice that I myself can't seem to take, I would tell you that in order to build character, you don't invent a new self, you instead build on what's already there. The good parts. The things you love. As horrid as it sounds, at a certain point—i.e., the point we're at now—you build your character on the foundation of all the things you love.

Do you still Kill Gerbils?

I also feel fairly confident that the original Texaco Salvatore was a good family man, with perhaps a propensity for wearing his wife's panties and betting his kids' college money at the track, but otherwise a solid dude.

Somebody how wouldn't judge another for prepositions they dangle, or their run-on sentences, and who in turn wouldn't be judged for the snobbery of their language etymology inclinations.

I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire.

But she looks at me with this total incomprehension, like she's watching footage of the world being blown up, and I'm the little blurb on the corner of the screen saying what the weather is like outside.

And escape?" "Escape, sure. But it wasn't so much about getting away, as going to. You can go anywhere in a book. Books

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person.

You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it's right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible?

Love teaches you that fitting is overrated; what you need to do is change the shape of your life to make the connection.

I've never understood why looking hot has to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can't a person look hot and not have it mean something?

We believe in the wrong things. That's what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things.

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

What do you want ? It was a hard question, especially if I had to bat en down the sarcasm. I mean, there was the beauty pageant answer of world peace, although I'd probably have to render it in the beauty pageant spelling of world peas.

Sofia was miffed. And if American girls make being miffed a sweet-and-sour emotion, European girls always manage to add an undercurrent of murder to it.

Danger is a state of mind. Farzad informs me. Conquer it, and you ride heaven.

I half expected to find Sherlock Holmes thumb wrestling with Jane Austen in the corner.

Whoever invented adding melted cheese over starchy goodness was surely the most brilliant human ever.