Quotes from E. Lockhart

Like my parents. That's their life I just described—but then, there they were, talking on the phone about my dad massaging my mom's groin area after yoga; cuddling on the couch; holding hands and wearing stupid Great Dane paraphernalia. That's all we can realistically hope for.

Why not?" He jumps to sit on the counter. "Maybe this is a summer of second chances." "Second, sure. But after that it gets ridiculous.

It is good to be loved, even though it will not last. It is good to know that once upon a time, there was Gat and me.

So lie. Tell him the ones from the Boston house. The cream ones with the embroidery." It was easiest to tell her I would. And later, I told her I had. But Bess has asked Mirren to do the same thing, and neither one of us begged Granddad for the fucking tablecloths.

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

He did not even look back at the castle that had been his home. There, he would never even have a name. Now, he was free to go forth and make a name for himself in the wide, wide world. And maybe, just maybe, he'd come back one day, and burn that fucking palace to the ground.

There's nothing in our whole house that says he ever lived with us, except me. Why are you allowed to erase my father and I'm not allowed to " "Erase yourself?" Mummy says.

But if I am a criminal, am I, then, an addict? Am I, then, a failure?

My boyfriend is named Percocet." I say. "We're very close. I even went to Europe with him last summer.

Whoever dies with the most stuff wins. Wins what? is what I'd like to know.

Don't worry,' she told him. 'I am exceptionally good at keeping secrets.' - Frankie Landau-Banks

How amazing to be able to play an instrument, Jule thought. Whatever happened to you, whatever else went on in your life, you could look downat your hands an think, I play the piano. You'd always know that about yourself. It was like being able to fight, she realized. And being able to change accents. They were powers that lived in your body. They would never leave you, no matter how you looked, no matter who loved or didn't love you.

Our family has always loved fairy tales. There is something ugly and true in them. They hurt, they are strange, but we cannot stop reading them, over and over.

Always be a little nicer than you have to be

germy. It's

She takes off rubber gloves and then kisses Mummy and hugs me too long and too hard, like she is trying to hug some deep and secret message.

Eso fue amor, y me golpeó tan fuerte que me apoyé contra la pantalla de la puerta que seguía de pie entre nosotros, sólo para permanecer vertical.

The music was turbulent. It made her feel as if the sky was about to break open, and as if Mikey not loving her and Toby being an addict were being pushed through the music into the sky.

I fell for you so hard, Cady. There was no stopping it.

I just broke up with someone. I am an egg yolk of misery.

For the old people in my family—Mummy, the aunties, Granddad—the accumulation of beautiful objects is a life goal. Whoever dies with the most stuff wins. Wins what? is what I'd like to know.

Why do you hate yourself?" And before I know it, Gat is lying on the bed next to me. His cold fingers wrap around my hot ones, and his face is close to mine. He kisses me. "Because I want things I can't have," he whispers.

Be normal now," she whispers. "Right now." "What?" "Because you are. Because you can be.

He had such a reassuring round face, like a dinner plate, warm from washing.