Quotes from Wendy Mass

If I can't figure out why I'm here, then I'm just taking up space.

Last night I learned that for everyone alive on earth today, there are thirty ghosts lined up behind them. Not literally lined up, of course, but that's how many dead people there are compared to living people. In all, around a hundred billion people have walked on this planet, which, interestingly enough, is the same number of stars in our Milky Way galaxy.

But if I'm being totally honest, I wouldn't be riding my bike to school at dusk, with nefarious deeds ahead, if that telegram hadn't arrived last month. The goat came a little later.

Men are wimps . Why do you think women have the babies?

A dark-haired woman in a long skirt strolled through the door. The little boy perched on her hip clutched a purple bear. Amanda tilted her head to see both the boy and the bear better. The boy squirmed, and his mother set him down on the floor while she went up to the counter.

No," Ray says. "He's getting paid in magic beans. Of course he's getting real money!

So maybe it's not sad that Gran lives alone. Maybe it's a choice. "But what if it never rains again here?" I ask her. She makes a quick face—like a face she might make if I were blowing that whistle right in her ear. Then she says, "I guess I'll have to take that question one day at a time.

apple, candy apple, funnel cake, cotton candy, and a root beer float.

I take out my book, glad to have a few minutes to study the diagram on time travel and string theory. But before I can build a time machine out of strings, I need to figure out what the heck they are talking about.

I sigh. I wonder if practicing in my head counts. I can easily picture myself doing a perfect routine. Somehow it comes out differently once gravity gets involved.

In my opinion, we're here because we won the evolutionary lottery. We're here because as far as we know this is the only place we can be. "So, basically what your sayings is", Lizzy says ... "We're here because we're here?" "Precisely!" Dr. Grady says.

I wrote my first poem about a bunny. 'Bunny, bunny, hop hop hop. White and soft like a little mop.

Later on, when they had all said "Good-by" and "Thank-you" to Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent.

Okeydokey." "I think I liked you better when I didn't understand you.

I squeeze my eyes shut and practice being not seen. I open one eye. "Well? Can you see me?" "Yes, Bob, I can see you." She said my name. Bob. It makes me feel Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, seen. And heard. Like I'm a person. Or whatever I am. I'm glad I'm not invisible after all.

Admit it, if you suddenly had magical powers, you would have turned that leftover meat loaf into pizza, too.

Not all who wander are lost.

Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. —Lawrence M. Krauss, physicist

Mom promised me she'd only activate the tracker if I went missing, but when I stopped to buy gum after school last month, she texted me to get a quart of milk. Coincidence? I think not.

You never know what you'll learn when you open one. And if it's a story, you sort of fall into it. Then you live there for a while, instead of, you know, living here.

Truly being able to see the needs of others around you, that is a rare gift. Only when you embrace it will you start to learn who you are, and begin going after what you really want.

Life is short but it is wide.

She shakes her head. "No. Other people look. You see. Looking isn't the same as seeing." And with that completely bizarre statement, she gets up and leaves. My mouth falls open a little at the abruptness of it all.

Sounds painful, but the lady on the bottle is smiling