Quotes from Jennifer Niven

Like most people in the Midwest, Embryo doesn't believe in humor, especially when it pertains to sensitive subjects.

Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to say it, but it's 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.

Brenda is staring at Roamer and the rest of the crying herd, her eyes dry and angry. I know what she's feeling. Here are these people who called him 'freak' and never paid attention to him, except to make fun of him or spread rumors about him, and now they are carrying on like professional mourners, the ones you can hire in Taiwan or the Middle East to sing, cry, and crawl on the ground. His family is just as bad.

It's funny how the bad things stay with you and the good things sometimes get lost.

I can only tell you how I felt. Ugly. disgusting. Stupid. Small. Worthless. Forgotten. It just feels like there's no choice. Like it's the most logical thing to do because what else is there? You think, No one will even miss me. They won't know I'm gone. The world will go on, and it won't matter that I'm not here. Maybe it's better if I was never here.

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I've been known to do. All because she smiled at me.

Except that only small people- the inside-small kind- don't like you to be big.

Two broken, lonely people who maybe aren't so broken or lonely anymore.

This girl," I tell Rachel. "That's not what I look like. That's not who I am." I have a feeling Rachel will get this because she pretended to be straight all through high school, even though she figured out she was a lesbian when she was in eighth grade. I say it again, "That's not me." Her eyes light up. "Great. Let's see if we can find her.

As tough as she is, she wants to believe in something.

If you try to carry everything around all the time, pretty soon you end up flat on your back in bed, too big to get up or even turn over.

Loss does that, hits you out of the blue. You can be in the car or in class or at the movies, laughing and having a good time, and suddenly it's as if someone has reached directly into the wound and squeezed with all their might.

No one can bring me to tears faster than myself.

People can be great, but they can also be lousy. I am often lousy. But not completely lousy. You, Libby Strout, are great.

Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.

In that moment, I'm thankful I'm not a parent and I wonder if I ever will be. What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.

I'm Fading, Maybe I'm Gone Already.

Sometimes things feel true to us even if they're not

I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

I don't know what brings you up here, but to me the town looks prettier and the people look nicer and even the worst of them look almost kind.

You are all the colors in one, at full brightness" -Finch

When we're in the act of wandering, we need to be present, not watching though a lens.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

The sun was catching his hair and lighting him up from the outside, and love was lighting him up from the inside.