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The thing about sleeping is that there are so many other more interesting things to do. Complete waste of time

Along those lines, accept any and all thoughts (don't be afraid of them no matter what they are).

I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

I prayed maybe he hadn't seen me after all, that maybe he'd taken off after a sinner or a squirrel, instead.

this isn't a season of death but one of living

And even though the ache of that heartbreak hurts like hell, it's so much better than feeling nothing.

People either see me or they don't.

Right before my eyes, I could see my life going away from me and there was nothing I could do.

This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.

What would happen if one of those elements malfunctioned or just stopped working altogether?

I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don't have to do them all at once.

If anyone can make it to another world, it's Theodore Finch.

He kisses me again and leans sexily against the door, as if he knows how good he looks.

Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky.

Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.

Do I feel I should be punished? Yes. Why else would I have given myself bangs?

I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

If you try to carry everything around all the time, pretty soon you end up flat on your back in bed, too big to get up or even turn over.

You make me love you...

He smiles at me, and for the first time I notice how blue his eyes are- like, bright-shy blue.

I am broken and no one can fix it

Violet Markey, I'd like to be your partner on this project.

Every book I read and every movies I watched seems to give out the same message: high school is the worst experience you can ever have.

I thought of the pieces of me I'd left behind, a piece here, a piece there, scattered like bread crumbs. How much of me was left?

Maybe it isn't the room that's different. Maybe it's me.

Ladies and gentlemen," I shout, "I would like to welcome you to my death!

As tough as she is, she wants to believe in something.

No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

Write (this includes any thoughts I don't want to have - write them out fast so they're out of me and on the paper).

You are all the colours in one, at full brightness.

You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself.

I'm always amazed by people and their sleep. I wouldn't ever sleep if I didn't have to.

I'm not a vain person, but I am human...

When you're looking back, you can't look forward. And sometimes you run smack into something and hit your head.

Gentlemen are rare. They're like virgins or leprechauns.

Libby Strout, you deserve to be seen.

The sun was catching his hair and lighting him up from the outside, and love was lighting him up from the inside.

The Slow Club is playing,a band I like,all plucky and bitter-sweet and kind of offbeat.Like Finch,I think.Like us.

I wanted to write something tough, hard, sad, but funny.

I love the world that is my room.

On my bed, I sit down and flip through the cut-up books one by one, reading all the cut-up passages.

You can't stop living.

Theodore Finch, April 3. Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!

Come on. Let me have it. Don't disappear in there.' I mean inside herself, where I'll never get to her.

If you're not careful, you're going to run into someone angrier than you.

What a terrible feeling to love soemone and not be able to help them.

If that blue could stay for ever; if that hole could remain for ever. There was nothing to make him last.

I do it so it feels real.

Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.

We all have a shelf life.

I mean, I know but I don't. I've always been different, but to me different is normal.

We never know how long we have. We're never guaranteed tomorrow. I could die right now, right here.

Writing was what I did best, better than being a daughter or girlfriend or sister. Writing was me. But now writing is one of the things I can't do.

Across the seat our eyes are holding hands.

Extenuating Circumstances. That is me. That is Violet Markey. Poor forever-changed Violet and her Extenuating Circumstances.

He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

Even when we weren't wandering, even from the floor of your closet, you showed the world to me.

But it was a damn good smile. A genuine one, which is hard to come by these days." -Finch

Have you ever done something you regretted?'
'Does last year's school picture counts?

This is what i need, i think. A change of scenery.

My mouth is an inch from hers, and I wait for her to slap me or push me away, but then she closes her eyes, and that's when I know - I'm in. Okay

At times such as this, it becomes more important for art to survive.

I'm five minutes late to Russian literature, where Mrs. Mahone and her wig assign us a ten-page paper on The Brothers Karamazov.

I'd rather be judged on what I can do instead of who I'm not.

For the most part, the people are the same. Everyone wants something to believe in. Everyone wants someone to love.

Apparently, I'm tragic and dangerous.

I think of something my mom used to say, about how as scary as it is to go after dreams, it's even scarier not to.

Ut maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us.

In that moment, I'm thankful I'm not a parent and I wonder if I ever will be. What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.

I thought I could wait, but I can't. Sorry.

You have been in every way all that anyone could be. ... If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

Will you want me just as much when I'm fifteen feet nine inches?

I didn't know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.

You know, that's what you've been doing in a way--coming out. Coming out of your room. Coming out of your house. Coming out of your shell.

Like most people in the Midwest, Embryo doesn't believe in humor, especially when it pertains to sensitive subjects.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

It's strange seeing his eyes in someone else's face

You make me happy...
You make me special...
You make me lovely...

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

By the time we're done, their guests have gathered outside to see the boy who must have flowers to give to the girl he loves.

Growing fourteen inches in a summer is easy. It's growing out of a label that's hard.

We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.

Drive anywhere and everywhere, even when there's nowhere to go. (Note: There's always somewhere to go.)

set her glasses down on her dresser. "Thanks for the loan," I say. "But they make my head hurt. And they're ugly." I can almost hear her laughing.

The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.

With face blindness, I seem to constantly lose the people I love.

I want to say It's okay to be a person. We're all afraid. We all get hurt. It's okay to hurt. You'd be so much more likable if you just acted human.

Jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside,

'suicide victim' is an interesting term. The victim part of it implies they had no choice. And maybe Finch didn't feel like he had a choice ...

You need shoving, not pushing.

Just be careful implies that there's an end to it all, maybe in an hour, maybe in three years, but an end just the same.

We're all weird and damaged in our own way. You're not the only one.

For some reason, I don't like the way this sounds, as if a universe could exist in which I wouldn't know Finch.

This time I join him, and our voices drift together across the sleeping town. When

Sometimes you got to just feel, especially when it comes to music. Notes, scales, they just get in the way.

When we're in the act of wandering, we need to be present, not watching though a lens.

Sometimes in the darkest places, we find the brightest light.

We don't ever leave that old world behind. We just create a new one.