Quotes from E. Lockhart

He wants to make us think even when we don't feel like thinking.

Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before.

So this Estella breaks the boy's heart?" "Many times over. On purpose. Estella doesn't know how to do anything else. Breaking hearts is her only power in the world.

Jule had loved Immie Sokoloff as well as she knew how to love anyone. She really had.

Grow up, Cadence. See the world as it is, not as you wish it would be.

Imogen was a New York City child: open-minded in a way Jule had seen only on television, apparently utterly confident in her own desirability as a friend and hostess.

He wasn't just Gat. He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. All that was there, in the lids of his brown eyes, his smooth skin, his lower lip pushed out. There was coiled energy inside.

It doesn't matter if one of us is desperately, desperately in love. So much in love, that equally desperate measures must be taken

Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

I am not talking about fate. I don't believe in destiny or soul mates or the supernatural or any of that stuff. I just mean we understood each other. All the way

I love you, Cady. I mean it." I leaned in and kissed him.

PENNY, CARRIE, AND Bess are the daughters of Tipper and Harris Sinclair. Harris came into his money at twenty-one after Harvard

The universe is seeming really huge right nw. I need something to hold on to.

Grandad's voice boomed across the yard. 'This is the United States of America,' he said. 'You don't seem to understand that, Penny, so let me explain. In America, here is how we operate. We work for what we want, and we get ahead. We never take no for an answer, and we deserve the rewards of our perseverance... We Sinclairs are a grand, old family. That is something to be proud of. Our traditions and values form the bedrock on which future generations stand.

Jule believed that the more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle.

I mean, when I die, throw my ashes in the water of the tiny beach. Then when you miss me, you can climb up here, look down, and think how awesome I was.

Suffer. You could say it means endure, but that's not exactly right.

I'll tell you what I don't want at my funeral," says Johnny. "I don't want a bunch of New York art-world types who don't even know me standing around in a stupid-ass reception room." "I don't want religious people talking about a God I don't believe in," says Gat. "Or a bunch of fake girls acting all sad and then putting lip gloss on in the bathroom and fixing their hair," says Mirren.

Johnny leapt off the boat and threw his own vest on the dock. First thing, he ran up to Mirren and kicked her. Then he kicked me. Kicked the twins. Walked over to our grandparents and stood up straight. "Good to see you, Granny and Granddad. I look forward to a happy summer.

Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain.

Jule watched a shit-ton of movies. She knew that women were rarely the centers of such stories. Instead, they were eye candy, arm candy, victims, or love interests. Mostly, they existed to help the great white hetero hero on his fucking epic journey.

For Gat with everything, everything. Cady.

I am not someone to pity, with an unstable mind and weird pain syndromes. I am taking charge of my life. I live according to my principles. I take action and make sacrifices.

I don't believe in destiny or soul mates or the supernatural. I just mean we understood each other. All the way.