Quotes from Jennifer Niven

Instead, I pull out my wallet and hand Mrs. Carnes a twenty, which is the smallest I have, and she counts off the books.

Life is an accumulation of aches. They fill you up and take your breath away and you think you'll never breathe again, but before you know it, you are just words on paper, gone quiet and asleep until someone finds those words and reads them.

You are not alone.'... I tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

Can go downstairs right now and let my mom know how I'm feeling—if she's even home—but she'll tell me to help myself to the Advil in her purse and that I need to relax and stop getting myself worked up, because in this house there's no such thing as being sick unless you can measure it with a thermometer under the tongue. Things fall into categories of black and white—bad mood, bad temper, loses control, feels sad, feels blue.

So what scares you most? With us?" I give this a little thought. "That you'll be really into me one day and the next day you won't be, and I won't see it coming. Because apparently feelings can change overnight. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm too much. Or maybe I'm not enough.

This is what happens when people die. They start to disappear if you don't watch it. Not all at once, but a piece here, a piece there.

He mutters something that sounds like and probably is fat whore. It doesn't matter that I'm a virgin. I should have had sex a thousand times by now for all the boys who've been calling me this since fifth grade.

The thing about sleeping is that there are so many other more interesting things to do. Complete waste of time

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, star on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's so beautiful. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is "It's lovely." " 'Lovely' is a lovely word that should be used more often.

I am the best dancer ever. I am a superstar. The shoes are magic. My feet are magic. I am magic.

I can't wait. I thought i could, but i can't. Sorry

Sometimes they're just shitty people. Sometimes people have been shitty to them. Sometimes they're shitty because they're afraid.Sometimes they choose to be shitty to others before others can be shitty to them. Sometimes someone doesn't like who he is, but then here's this other kid who knows exactly who he is, and that can make that first kid feel even worse about himself.

You're actually not a bad guy, Jack Masselin. But I'm not sure you know it yet.

I try to concentrate on the words, on the melody, but then she starts searching through songs, and this feels like my brain—fragments of words, fragments of melodies, fragments of moments, fragments of things.

The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody" -Finch

I've had to work really fucking hard to learn everyone, and even if skin color and hair color help me find people, that's not who they are to me. It's not about that. It's about the important things, like the way their face lights up when they laugh, or the way they move as they're walking toward you, or the way their freckles create a map of the stars.

If hypothetically, I did love you, though, it's not because I see you, and Oh well, at least I can see her, so I might as well love her. I'm pretty sure I see you because I love you. And yeah, I guess I love you because I see you, as in I see you, Libby, as in all of you, as in every last amazing thing.

Libby Strout." His mouth and eyes are serious. I don't think I've ever seen him so serious. "You are wanted.

we dont remember days, we remember moments

Even monkeys recognize each other

I have a section for New Nameless Web Magazine.

You're probably better at math than I am, because pretty much everyone's better at math than I am, but it's okay, I'm fine with it. See, I excel at other, more important things—guitar, sex, and consistently disappointing my dad, to name a few. By the way, it's apparently true that you'll never use it in the real world. Math, I mean.

Everyone know of him. Some people hate him because they think he's weird and he gets into fights and gets kicked out of school and does what he wants. Some people worship him because he's weird and he gets into fights and gets kicked out of school and does what he wants.

I am carried off. We yield to this slow flood.... In and out, we are swept; ...we can not step outside its sinuous, its hesitating, its abrupt, its perfectly encircling walls.