“If I seem to not want to be with him now, its only because love scares me too, more than manipulation, because love is a choice I make and not something forced upon me. I trust him, but I dont trus...”

“Yes, I whisper so the others wont hear, but being afraid is good because it means I still have more to lose.”

“There is only one thing in this world worse than dying and thats watching someone you love die insteadyou feel their pain with no final solace.”

“Id rather not know what lies ahead because I like the dark. I like thinking there is something good in the places I cant see. And thats not ignorance. Thats just hope.”

“People have always expected the end of the world to be a dramatic, thematic event: war, disease, a sudden explosion. But what if the end of the world has already occurred? What if our final demise ...”

“When you find a truth that surpasses your desire to fit trends and meet approval, you can be certain its worth fighting to spread.”

“Being a writer all boils down to this: It's you, in a chair, staring at a page. And you're either going to stay in that chair until words are written, or you're going to give up and walk away. The ...”

“When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.”

“Im likely to stay here, pen in hand, until dusk comes and my writing melts into the twilight.”

“Some experiences are universal. A girl is a girl whether she lives in West Omaha or Sweet Valley. Books are often far more than books.”

“A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.”

“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,And all the sweet serenity of books”

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

“Every man who has reached even his intellectual teens begins to suspect that life is no farce that it is not genteel comedy even that it flowers and fructifies on the contrary out of the profoundes...”

“Let us love. Let our lives be a perpetual song of love for God, first of all, and for all human beings who suffer, love, and mourn. Let deep joy live in us. Let us be like the lark, enemy of the ni...”