Quotes from Julie Anne Peters

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.

My room is cleared. My head is cleared. Earlier, around dawn, I took out the last load of trash. I look around and see what's left. Nothing. There is no more Daelyn Rice. As I was. As I am. Or will become. I'm a blank slate

You can't trust machines. You can't trust people.

Why am i here? What's my purpose?

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

They didn't guarantee you'd come out a whole person.

Life is so unfair.

I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.

When I asked [my dad why the sky was blue] he said it was because God's a boy. If God were a girl, the sky would be pink. 'What about sunrise and sunset?' I'd asked. Dad had looked dumbfounded. 'You kids. You think too much.' It frightened me how shallow the gene pool was that Liam and I were wading in.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

This is my fault. Mine. Making her think I'd be here for her.

Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.

You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.

Year after year. "Please don't make me go [to school]" "You have to go," Kim would say. "It's a new school, make a new start." "Sticks and stones." from Chip. Words will only kill you.

My mother read that parents should spend quality time with their children. One way is to sign up for organized activities together. This month we're taking meditation to free the mind. Last month it was Rolfing. Have you ever Rolfed, Tone?" "Only after the school's shepherd's pie," I said.

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.