Quotes from E. Lockhart

Gat, mi Gat. Él es contemplación y entusiasmo. Ambición y café intenso. Me encantan los parpados de sus ojos castaños, su lisa piel oscura, el labio inferior que sobresale. Su mente. Su mente.

Her veins were never open. He heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted in puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.

It'll just hurt a lot.

He is contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee.

Once you are there, the rest of the universe seems nothing but an unpleasant dream.

Jule believed that the more you sweat in practice, the less you bleed in battle. She believed that the best way to avoid having your heart broken was to pretend you don't have one. She believed that the way you speak is often more important than anything you have to say.

Now is when we can stop pretending to be normal.

I do want people to feel sorry for me. I do. And then I don't. I do. And then I don't.

Granddad'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 answer, and we deserve the rewards of our perseverance. Will, Taft, are you listening?

I've never kissed anyone who talked so much about kissing," I told him. Gideon laughed. "I like to be direct." "Okay," I said. "But I warn you, I like to be evasive, inscrutable and generally send mixed messages.

I hand him the bag of fudge Granddad and I bought in Edgartown, and the way his face lights up at the chocolate tugs at my heart.

Always do what you're afraid to do

It's the opposite of love." Me. Talking without planning to. "Hmm? How so?" "People think of hearts when they think of love, but a heart is a bloody organ in the body. It doesn't have any emotions. It's like a metaphor for love that has nothing to do with what love actually is.

She felt awkward around popular people, and couldn't figure out whether she was good-looking or freakishly ugly, because she often felt both within the space of an hour.

I mean, if those are your friends you've got no need for enemies.

I am being nice," says Bonnie. "A lot of vampires are extremely sexy. That's a documented fact.

Do you still miss Gran?" I ask him as we head toward New Clairmont. "Because I miss her. We never talk about her." "A part of me died," he says. "And it was the best part." "You think so?" I ask "That is all there is to say about it," says Granddad.

You have a life stretching out in front of you with a million possibilities," Gat says. "It—it grates on me when you ask for sympathy, that's all." Gat, my Gat. He is right. He is.

It could have lived so much longer.

Well, you can laugh. It's kind of a hippopotamus and it's kind of a car. And also, it's kind of a church. The meaning is what the viewer sees in it.

I wrote our names in the sand. Cadence, Mirren, Johnny, & Gat. Gat, Johnny, Mirren, & Cadence. That was the beginning of us.

Don't eat yellow snow.

A part of me died. And it was the best part.

I am not sure I'm a good person" he said after a while. "I'm not sure I am, either" I said.