I don't know. Just because someone's pretty doesn't mean she's decent. Or vice versa. I'm not into appearances. I like flaws, I think they make things interesting.

We all have one idea of what the color blue is, but pressed to describe it specifically, there are so many ways: the ocean, lapis lazuli, the sky, someone's eyes. Our definitions are as different as we are ourselves.

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.

She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.

Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.

I know you guys have some sort of weird thing going on, with that game you play and everything—" "It's called a friendship.

One word," Ted replied, dead serious, "can change the whole world." There was a moment while we all considered this. Finally Lissa said to Chloe, loud enough for all of us to hear (she'd had a minibottle or two herself), "I bet he did really well on his SATs.