Roses can grow in slums just as weeds can grow around mansions.

It was the first time that I had ever been romantically kissed. It was even better than the chocolate cake.

Mr. Vey, you cannot be stuffed into a locker without your consent." Dallstrom said, which may be the dumbest thing ever said in a school. "You should have resisted. That's like blaming someone who was struck by lightning for getting in the way.

I've come to know that what we want in life is the greatest indication of who we really are (p. 331).

Some so fear the future that they suffocate the present. It's like committing suicide to avoid being murdered.

Love never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time, while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine.