Quotes from Sarah Strohmeyer

As my mother says, your forties are when you finally pay for your past mistakes, the cigarettes and sunburns, the Big Macs and smooth-talking men. She may be right.

The imagination is a wonderful thing; it allows for all manner of undiscoverable sins.

Life is a lease and God is the landlord.

Next to my green eyes, my blond hair is definitely my best feature. So, out of obligation to all the blondes before me (Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, the many Barbies I have loved and tortured), I tend to spend hours getting it right. You know, so as not to let down the team.

It's always so cool to think you are looking at today is something other people have been looking at for centuries. It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

In fact, a case could be made that worrying about a problem actually prevents you from resolving it, because it deceives your mind into thinking that you're doing something when really you're not.

Bruce Springsteen settled down. He used to run around with lots of women and now all he wants to do is hang out with Patty Scialfa and the kids." Patty's from Jersey. You don't mess around on Jersey girls. They're too tough. I'm sorry Bubbles, but being from Pennsylvania, you're no match.

Life is too short to listen to a MAN to tell me how to live it.

Risk is the universe's way of pushing us to become more than what we are. Risk is faith at the edge. Risk is the pulsating nature of life.

Bones is, in short, my hero. She is like a one-woman marketing campaign for smart girls.

Oh dear," said my mother, turning to Marmie and going "Ce Justin, est-il gai?" (This Justin, is he gay?) Marmie handed her a hot chocolate and shrugged. "Qui sait? Je ne suis pas se petite amie." (Who knows? I'm not his girlfriend.)

Without risk, we are automatons going through our days with no purpose or meaning. We are safer, perhaps, but we are also, ironically, closer to death.

So all you can do is be your own beautiful self and let love win.

I believe that within every one of us is a woman of undiscovered beauty, a woman who is charming and talented and light of heart

friends should have the right to adopt one another after age thirteen.

Addie zipped open her computer case, found a USB cord, and tossed it through the back window so it landed on the seat next to him. "What's this for?" Kris asked, holding the cord. Darn. He found it too soon. "Thank you," she said. "I must have dropped it." "You just threw it in.

Einstein. Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I laughed "Would you believe books?" "No. I would not believe books.

God always sends an angelto soften the sting of the devil.

Kris was in black running shorts and a tight gray T-shirt constructed from some sort of magical material that clung to his muscles and triggered a gush of epinephrine while her amygdala attempted to reconcile two conflicting signals from her prefrontal cortex: attraction and revenge. "All

let's make it Monday night. How about if I stop by to pick you up around six?" -" Actually on Monday nights... " I start to say reflexively, -"You are going out with me." He taps me on the nose with his finger. "And you know it. Don't stall. I like you, Nola. You're a real person. And you're pretty, too, even if you refuse to admit it to yourself

The coffeemaker orgasms.

Anyone who pledges a new start out of love deserves a second chance.

This is probably the advantage of being stupid. Stupid people just do. We tend to overthink. If we could eliminate the "over" and just think, then we could do, too. Only we'd be smarter doers because we'd be thinkers.

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that's all you have - happy memories.