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Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.
As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.
On the whole, I think I spent a lot of high school just trying to stay under the radar: I don't think I was all that memorable.
The point,' Ms. Conyers continued, "is that no word had one specific definition. Maybe in the dictionary, but not in real life.
Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.
But unfriendly is usually one of those things you pick up on right away. You know, like B.O. There's no hiding it if it's there.
With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.
Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.
I think I'm too lazy a writer to do something like historical fiction. You have to do so much research. I just write what I know.
Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.
Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.
I just started to put texting and phones in my books. I want my books to be read 20 years from now; I don't want them to be dated.
What you need, what you deserve, is a guy who adores you for what you are. Who doesn't see you as a project, but a prize. you know?
Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.
But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.
Then what are you like, Annabel?" he shot back. "A liar, like you told me that first day? Come on. That was the biggest lie of all.
You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said.
You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.
Now, see," Wes said, nodding at my plate, "this is going to blow your mind." I looked at him. "It's a waffle, not the second coming.
I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.
Something had changed in me, even if I didn't know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time.
Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.
All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.
Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.
But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.
Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.
It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.
I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.
I'm just writing what I know. I've never been much of a reader of fantasy, and I think you write what you, personally, enjoy reading.
I think part of the problem sometimes is that there's so much happening in my books, to whittle it down into a single script is hard.
You're not supposed to have it all figured out in high school. If you knew it all, and it was the best, it's all downhill from there.
It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.
I've found in my own life that if my writing isn't going well, not much else will. It is the one constant, the key to everything else.
Teaching was great for me, because I got to show people how writing can really change the way you see not only yourself but the world.
Nate: “And,” he said, “boys at twelve aren’t exactly slick with the ladies.” Ruby: “’Slick with the ladies’?” I said. “Are you twelve?
That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.
I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.
All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough by to shoulder the rest.
Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.
Are you crazy? Flirting with Eli Stock in front of Belissa Norwood, in Belissa Norwood’s house, while eating Belissa Norwood’s cupcakes?
The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.
I mean, at first, it was kind of disappointing. But people recover from disappointment. Otherwise we'd all be hanging from nooses. Right?
Events conspired to bring you back to where you'd been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential.
A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.
I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.
Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.
There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he would just let me inside so I can help.
The kind who live for music and are constantly seeking it out, anywhere they can. Who can't imagine a life without it. They're enlightened.