Nobody knew my rose of the world but me. . . I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart
Never underestimate yourself
On Valentine's Day, the Spirit Club plastered the school with red streamersand pink balloons and red and pink hearts. It looked like Clifford the Big Red Dog ate a flock of flamigoes and then barfed his guts up.
There isn't a definite right and wrong anyway. Sometimes we do what seems wrong, but we have good reasons for doing it, so it's not wrong after all.
The reason books get banned, but movies can do almost anything is because the novel is more powerful than a movie. The reader is part of the creation of the story because they must imagine and envision it. There is creation in the act of reading.
But it there's anything I've learned in the past few months, it's that the only thing that's certain in life is that nothing in life is certain.
Life's a car ride. . . Sometimes it's cruise control down smooth highways. Other times it's potholes on rural roads.
I loved him in that moment, loved him more than I'd ever loved anyone, and I wanted to to tell them all that I was the snake in the grass, the monster in the lake. I wasn't worthy of this sacrifice; I was a liar, a cheat, a thief. And I would have told, except that a part of me was glad. Glad that this would all be over with soon. Baba would dismiss them, there would be some pain, but life would move on. I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be able to breathe again.
A match made in heaven set the fires in hell.
The secret to enlightenment is to lighten up. Whether you are talking rock or women, all there.
There's something very romantic about self-destruction and sabotaging your life, and taking a hammer to it.