Quotes from Jennifer Niven

Will you want me just as much when I'm fifteen feet nine inches?

I want you to remember that you can't feel responsible for everything. We're your parents, and we will figure us out. All you need to do— any of you"— she looks at my brothers—" is be a kid for now and let us be there for you.""All of us?" Dusty says. "Even those of us without neurological disorders?" "All of you.

I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.

No one can lock you back in, Libby. You choose whether you let them.

Violet smiles back.Immediately,I feel better,because she feels better and because of the way she smiles at me,as if I'm not something to be avoided.

Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.

set her glasses down on her dresser. "Thanks for the loan," I say. "But they make my head hurt. And they're ugly." I can almost hear her laughing.

Write (this includes any thoughts I don't want to have—write them out fast so they're out of me and on the paper).

I mean, I know but I don't. I've always been different, but to me different is normal.

It's just to talk. Nothing more. It's not like I'm hitting on you. Finch: Unless you want me to. Hit on you, I mean. Me: No. Finch: "No" you don't want me to come over? Or "no" you don't want me hitting on you?

The bad news: surviving this will be the second worst experience of your life. The good news: the worst is already over.

I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself from going away either.

As I dial 9-1-1, I think: He's not nowhere. He's not dead. He just found that other world.

Me: How can I want you then when I don't want you now?

As he talks, I lie back against the ground, the blanket wrapped around me, and say to the sky, "May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul, You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

Too many people in this world think small is the best they can do. Not you, Libby Strout. You weren't born for small! You don't know how to do small! Small is not in you!

You need shoving, not pushing.

My mom used to say sometimes it's actually about the other person and you just happen to be there. Like sometimes the other person needs to learn a lesson or go through an experience, good or bad, and you're just and accessory in some way, like a supporting actor in whatever their scene happens to be

So what makes you angry?` `Stupid people. Fake people. Mean people. Death. I worry about dying all the time. Like, all the time.

You know what? Why don't we just forget it? Why don't I go by myself? I think I'd rather go alone anyway.

I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me. I I

I like the way he seems to think I have many, many people depending on me, including not just one but multiple girlfriends.

Libby Strout, you deserve to be seen.

I Am In Pieces