Quotes from Megan McCafferty

It's so much easier to convince yourself you're madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.

I just don't see the point in beating myself up. I think it's more productive to concentrate on being a better person right now than punishing myself for who I was in the past.

Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.

The higher my GPA gets the more I realize high school is useless

I love you, too." But this hopeful farewell does little to bring peace of mind, even now. Loving you has never been the problem. What's troubling me is how loving you may never be enough.

The minute our correspondence becomes obligatory, there's no point in keeping touch at all.

I don't know anything about anything. The only difference between then and now is this: I may know more than I used to but my wisdom pales in comparison to that which I have yet to learn

I feel better when I am not around people. When I am alone, alone, alone.

Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow

You don't have to agree with me, but I think the heart of who we are stays pretty much the same," Hope said, "What changes is how those core traits manifest themselves over time.

Am I the only creature with a vagina who thinks that weddings are ridiculous? I'm going to elope. Just me, my hubby, and a minister on a beach in Jamaica.

I almost can't believe I'm going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most extreme and exquisite form of risk perception? I know that relationships don't last. And yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse than any other hurt I can imagine.

I'm not in love. It's a crush which is why it hurts. Crushes crush. Otherwise they'd be called awesomes. "I have an awesome on him.

I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately ...

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can't, like, be with him.

Fear is the greatest form of oppression. The best way to rise up in protest is to live your life to its fullest!

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

My thoughts create my world.

We're all people", he said simply. "It doesn't matter if you're two, thirty-two, or ninety-two. Everyone wants to be treated with respect. Everyone wants to feel like they matter in this world.

Love," he said, "has the longest arms.

Prayers are answered in one of four ways," she said. "Yes. No. I have something else in mind. And . . ." She paused long enough for my impatience to show. "And what's the fourth answer?" "Wait," she said.

Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!

It just makes me wonder what subject you blame for talking to me every night.' I'm still settling on an answer for that one. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I can't believe I just wrote that.

Don't stop doing what you love. Don't let your future be ruined by a bunch of loony sand monkeys.