Quotes from Gayle Forman

Bazen seçim yapars?n bazen de seçimler seni oldu?un ki?i yapar.

Finalmente… Siempre

Optics can be a bitch.

Willem laughs again. The sound is clear and strong as a bell, and it fills me with joy, and it's like, for the first time in my life, I understand that this is the point of laughter, to spread happiness.

I didn't understand then. Love is not something you protect. It's something you risk.

I just think that funerals are a lot like death itself. You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out

Alice goes into the kitchen and returns with a cup of coffee for me, which she announces is free-range and fair-trade and shade-farmed in Malawi, and I nod along as if my coffee needs go beyond hot and caffeinated.

I think maybe traveling is like a talent, like whistling or dancing. And some people have it--you seem to.

Yo Mama better watch his back," he said.

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and yo have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn't even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself. But it you keep waiting for the doors to be opened for you..." she trails off. "What?" "I think you'll have a hard time finding single happiness, let alone that double portion.

It's not what you are, it's who you are. And that's up to you. But I know plenty of people who call themselves *transsexual." "Transsexual," Frankie repeated. "So there is a word for it." "Oh honey, there's a word for everything on God's green earth. And if there isn't, we can just make one up.

She was neither beautiful nor ugly. Neither loving nor vicious. Neither wicked nor good. She was all of those things. We all are.

Ira may be the Giving Tree, but the boy with the ax who chops him down, branch by branch - that's me.

There was a kind of tough that could swim in the cold Pacific, and then there was the kind of tough Frankie was.

And right above that, in the blockish scrawl that would become so familiar to Bug over the years, the letter was signed with the only name Bug would ever now her best friend as, the person he was - the person he would always be. The letter was signed: Love, Frankie

Kim ever so slightly rolled her eyes, which made me want to throw a dictionary at her.

I'm crying out of gratitude.

There's a difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

You've got me believing in a great good place.

Maybe we are all inevitable.

Well, you're always talking about the dinosaurs being extinct. Did they know? How did they feel? Blah blah blah. But they're not really extinct. Because right at the end, he talks about the new breed of flying dinosaurs. They were smaller, bat-sized, able to fly, so when the asteroid hit, these new guys were somehow able to survive. And eventually... They evolved.

I think I'm a little wigged out that I've been more intimate with your dad than I have with you.

Why had she asked a mirror—or anyone for that matter—to tell her who she was?

This day, so seared in my memory, is just another day to everyone else.