The only way you can be the best at something is to be the best you ...

The only way you can be the best at something is to be the best you can be.

Don't stop believing in miracles.

He taught me to trust in tomorrow.

I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.

Nothing good happened to Romeo or Juliet.

A lot of my YA novels are about family problems.

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

We may not have a future, but you can't deny we have a past.

We're all alive. We're all healthy. These are the good times.

Great, the worlds coming to an end and we're fixing it with Band-Aids

Sometimes the rules don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.

Just in case the world ends tomorrow," she said. "We might as well enjoy today.

woman must not depend on the protection of man, but must learn to protect herself

One of the more gratifying things about guilt is that it makes us feel important.

If God wanted a world filled with saints, He never would have created adolescence.

I guess I always felt even if the world came to an end, McDonald's would still be open.

What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.

But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.

I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.

But it's our curse and our blessing to remember the past and to know there's a future. —Charlie

Lisa's baby was due about now. I've decided she had it and it was a girl. I've named her Rachel.

I'm 16 years old. Let me get my learner's permit first. then I'll worry about lifetime commitments

Here's the funny thing about the world coming to an end. Once it gets going, it doesn't seem to stop.

Librarians! Librarians always know how to find out things. That was their job even before the Internet.

Even the rats are drowning,' Alex said. Nah,' Kevin said. 'They've been taking swimming lessons at the Y.

Carlos was probably somewhere warm, eating three meals a day, and sleeping in a real bed. That was the life

The last living boy in America drops into my bedroom only he wants to be a monk. I think that pretty much sums up my life.

todays the first anniversary of the asteroid hitting the moon. A year ago i was sixteen years old, a sophomore in high school.

Life catches you by surprise. It always does. But there's good mixed in with the bad. It's there. You just have to recognize it.

The electricity came on for the second time today wile we were eating. This may be a fool's paradise, but it's a paradise nonetheless.

He walked out of the office to find Kevin Daley standing there. 'I like your style,' Kevin said. Thank you,' Alex said. 'I like it, too.

Trust in tomorrow...Every day of your life, there's been a tomorrow. I promise you, there'll be a tomorrow. —Alex Morales to Miranda Evans

It wouldn't be New Year's without a resolution. I've resolved to take a moment every day for the rest of my life to appreciate what I have.

What interests me more than dramatic heroics are the domestic things: How do people do laundry and find food when the world is about to end?

What's the point of God making us human if He doesn't want us to act like we're human?' 'To see if we can rise above our natures,'Megan said.

This morning the electricity came on for a few minutes, and when it did, Jonny said, "Hey, it's a black-on." This is what passes for humor around here.

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it;s the same moon as Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

Maybe I'm wrong," Mom said. "Maybe the world really is coming to an end." "Should I try Fox News?" I asked. Mom shuddered. "We're not that desperate," she said.

I had finished the first draft of 'Life As We Knew It' before Katrina hit, and it was startling to see things I wrote about actually happening in the real world.

Back in the time when life was easy, the Internet would have told me what I needed to know. The great thing about the Internet was it didn't care why you were asking.

I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love.

But today when I am 17 and warm and well fed, I'm keeping this journal for myself so I can always remember life as we knew it, life as we know it, for a time when I am no longer in the sunroom.

About 10 minutes ago, we all woke up because of this strange roaring sound. We all raced toward the sound, which turned out to be the washing machine going back on. Who knew the rinse cycle could be so scary?

I feel myself shriveling along with my world, getting smaller and harder. I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But if this is how I'm going to last forever, then I don't want to.

I live about 60 miles northwest of New York City, and whenever there's news of a big snowstorm coming, everyone runs for the store. The perishable items are usually the first things to go, which doesn't make sense because they perish.

Because if I let myself feel the pain and the anger, I think it might kill me. Or I might kill someone else. I know it's wrong to feel that way about God and I know its's wrong to not feel anything. I hate it. I don't hate God. I hate not loving Him.

Mom, is the world coming to an end?" Jonny asked, picking up the plate of cookies and ramming one into his mouth. "No, it isn'T," Mom said, folding her lawn chair and carrying it to the front of the house. "And yes, you do have to go to school tomorrow.

Matt looked up kids from his high school class. Only three were listed as dead, but a bunch were listed as missing/presumed dead. As a test, he looked us up, but none of our names were on any of the lists. And that's how we know we're alive this Memorial Day.

When I'm in the water I feel as though nothing bad has happened. I think about the fish, how they don't know what's going on. Their world is unchanged. Actually it's probably better now to be a tuna or a sardine or a salmon. Less chance of ending up as somebody's lunch.

I thought about how unlikely it was I would ever meet any guy,fall in love, get married, have babies. Especially since I was going to spend the rest of my life in the cellar, where, in the not too distant future, I'd turn into a toadstool. I hoped I'd be the poisonous variety.

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