The jury is supposed to be twelve peers, but technically that would mean every single person on the jury should have Asperger’s syndrome, because then they’d really understand me.
Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.
You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you’ve got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won’t be able to cry for real when you need to.
I believe in love. I think it just hits you and pulls the rug out from underneath you and, like a baby, demands your attention every minute of the day.
She had never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else – with passion and excess.
There are two reasons not to tell the truth – becuase lying will get you what you want, and because lying will keep someone from getting hurt.
Joseph Obomsawin, the elder I lived with there, says that those who turn to animals do so because humans have let them down.
You can stay up all night and still not count all the ways to lose the people you love.
Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing.
You get through it, you just never get over it.
Everyone deserves a happy ending.
No one ever asks a kid for her opinion, but it seems to me that growing up means you stop hoping for the best, and start expecting the worst.
What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you’d thought?
Just because you can’t see me doesn’t mean I’ve gone away.
People believed what they wanted to believe, no matter what was right in front of their eyes.
I’m too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live.
She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.
How do you know that you are not part of a book? That someone’s not reading your story right now?
Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn’t really what’s true?
I only just found you, I can’t lose you now.