Quotes from E. Lockhart

He looked at you like you were the brightest planet in the sky.

Can you imagine founding a cuisine on blueberries? Everyone would be so sick of them within a week, they'd starve to death. The blueberry has no versatility. The country with a cuisine based on the blueberry would be a country of lunatics, turned mad by the unwavering sameness of their daily meals.

I wished we had been the kind of girls those boys would have been nice to, automatically. I'm not even sure what kind of girls that would have been, why some girls were attractive to boys and others weren't.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you. Also, here is a green toothbrush tied in a ribbon. It expresses my feelings inadequately. Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate. In a profound, symbolic gesture, I am giving you this bar of Vosges I got when we all went to Edgartown. You can eat it, or just sit next to it and feel superior.

Can I hold your hands" he asked I put mine in his. "The universe is seeming really huge right now," he told me. "I need something to hold on to.

You feel like you know me, Cady, but you only know the me who comes here," he says. "It's--it's just not the whole picture. You don't know my bedroom with the window onto the airshaft, my mom's curry, the guys from school, the way we celebrate holidays.

Mummy sighs. "We grew up, Dad," she says. "We grew up.

You feel like you know me, Cady, but you only know the me who comes here," he says. "It's--it's just not the whole picture. You don't know my bedroom with the window onto the airshaft, my mom's curry, the guys from school, the way we celebrate holidays. You only know me on this island...

He didn't believe in God anymore and yet he still wished that God would help him. - Cady

As if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.

There is no point to writing fiction without risks. I would rather anger a reader than bore her. I would rather speak my truth and be laughed at or ignored than stick to what is easy and familiar.

I thought she was a conniving, lying, man-stealing bitch, and I hoped she would fall in a volcano and die a horrible lava death.7 But

He seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.

They do sometimes go crazy, these people, because the world is telling them not to want the things they want. it can seem saner to give up - but then one goes insane from giving up.

Taft gets hold of the wet baguette and hits Will with it.

Gat almost always saw, though. When blood dripped on my bare feet or poured over the book I was reading, he was kind. He wrapped my wrists in soft white gauze and asked me questions about what had happened...as if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.

there is very little you can change. you need to accept the world as it is

and it feels like the universe is reorganizing itself, and I know any anger we felt has disappeared.

I'll be fine, they tell me. I won't die.

Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before. For a moment, or for minutes, for hours, possibly.

When blood dripped on my bare feet or poured over the book I was reading, he was kind.

Here is something I love about Gat: he is so enthusiastic, so relentlessly interested in the world, that he has trouble imagining the possibility that other people will be bored with what he's saying.

I'm not saying he wants to be the guy who only likes white people,' Gat went on. 'He knows he's not supposed to be that guy. He's a Democrat, he voted for Obama—but that doesn't mean he's comfortable having people of color in his beautiful family

Will you pretty please with brown sugar and cinnamon make a fucking Scrabble word?