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A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love-true love-is something else.

Although my other ambition was to be a musical theater star (and I would attend college on a voice scholarship), writing was never far from my mind.

Any experience that isn't fun is probably something I will at least use in my writing someday.

Anyone else feel like that? Like your life's a big act. Like you're trying to be a man when you're just a scared kid, trying to keep under control when you really want to scream, cry, or maybe hit someone. Ever feel like you're breathing underwater and you have to stop because you're gulping in too much fluid.

A shoe that fits one person pinches another.

Each of my books took roughly one and a half years to write. Some may have taken a shorter time to write the draft and a longer time to revise, while others were the opposite.

Good to know: Doctors can't cure you of being a beast.

I have a great deal of empathy for anyone who's having a hard time. I believe this ability to see another's viewpoint has served me well as a writer.

I love you, I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one - that she won't say it back.

In stories like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, they always say the heroine is 'as good as she is beautiful.' I wondered if people just wanted that to be true, wanted the beautiful to be good. I wondered if they wanted the ugly to be bad because then they wouldn't have to feel bad for them.

I was a lawyer for about ten years. The law teaches one to see things from all different angles.

I was painfully shy, and I had tremendous difficulty making friends. So, lacking friends, I watched other people. Watching is something all writers must do, and it was in junior high that I learned to do it.

I write contemporary fiction, and that is what my readers want to read.

I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.

Maybe we judge people too much by their looks because it's easier than seeing what's really important.

People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don't even notice anymore.

Since I've written many of my books from a less-than-sympathetic viewpoint, I think that being able to see things from all sides is a useful talent.

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

Sometimes, unexpected things can happen.

That's what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they're feeling all the time.

The magic is over, but its effects will live forever.

This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.

Those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy.

True love would look a second time. True love would not be thwarted. True love would not accept no for an answer. He would search the world and certainly look again and again in every cottage in Euphrasia until he finds you.

What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.

You are right. I have no idea, and it is none of my business, and I was taught to obey my parents. But sometimes it is just impossible to obey blindly. Sometimes a child must strike out on her own. A child cannot be a child forever, whether that means not touching a spindle or . . . or . . .

You shouldn't miss someone who don't miss you, right?

Anyone else feel like that? Like your life's a big act. Like you're trying to be a man when you're just a scared kid, trying to keep under control when you really want to scream, cry, maybe hit someone. Ever feel like you're breathing underwater, and you have to stop because you're gulping in too much fluid?

Así es como debería ser el amor verdadero, la persona amada debería ser parte de tu alma y deberías saber lo que sienten todo el tiempo.

Beside me, Philippe and Meg hold hands. He murmurs something that sounds like, "my dear leetle mongoose." I wish he'd turn back into a frog and hop away.

But it's not enough. I don't look human. If I went outside, people would scream at the sight of me. Looks matter to most people. That's reality in the world." "Not my world." I petted Pilot. "I like your world, Will, but it doesn't have a very big population. I'm going to let her go.

By the time Vizzini fell over, dead, I'd finished my popcorn and put the bag down. I wanted some more. It seemed like the beast was always hungry. I wondered, if I was transformed back, would I be fat?

Don't grab people. Would you like it if I grabbed you? If you would like to offer assistance, ask if the person needs it.

Everyone can use a little beauty.

I can't go on like this

...if there´s a beast,maybe he´s just a regular guy with a sin conditon or something. Maybe he just needs some understanding. Maybe we judge people to much by their looks because it´s easier than seeing what´s really important.

I glances at Sloane, who was having a joyous reunion with fifty close friends she hadn`t seen since yesterday.

I just knew. There was no movie ending. There was only an ending.

It hurts too much so I don't want to talk about it.

It is hard to know how to save the world if one has never lived in it.

I try not to. I mean, you shouldn't miss people who don't miss you, right?

It's easier to fake it. When you fake it for sixteen years, it becomes part of you, something you don't think about.

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

I wanted to preserve this moment, this slice of time when the night was cool and bright with reflected moonlight and the possibility of a kiss hung between us, full of unspent promise. Every event in my life after this would be different because I would have been kissed.

Money sure does fix things, doesn't it? Except for things that can't be fixed. Like broken hearts.

Of course, maybe I'd end up like one of those crazy old people with, like, sixty cats. And one day, the neighbors would complain about the smell, and it would turn out I'd died and the cats had eaten me. Still, it might be nice to have a cat.

So I said, "I'll miss you. You are the truest friend I've ever had." I could see that my words were a knife in his gut. Yet, it seemed kinder than the alternative, for him to know I love him, but that I'm leaving anyway.

Sometimes it also helps to have a bit less pride.

Surface beauty: blond hair, blue eyes" - she was looking at me - "is always easy to recognize. But if someone is braver, stronger, smarter, that's harder to see." - Kendra Hilferty

There is something wrong with this world." She stood like she was making a speech. "Something very wrong when it's the twenty-first century and this type of elitist travesty is still being perpetuated.