Lauren Baratz-Logsted Quotes

I turn to look over my shoulder - in a minute, I will lay down my pen - and think, write that there is only one thing I know for certain, and it has everything to do with "happy". Indeed, it is the last thing I will say on the subject:
There is not a story, in the entire history of the world, that cannot be improved upon by the inclusion of a character named Kit.

A first kiss, I think, should be important, special. It should be with the person you want to kiss more than anybody in the world.

It is indeed possible to be widely read, as I am, and still have black holes in one's knowledge.

It was a curiously happy picture: a dark-haired girl...sternly cautioning her bare-kneed younger brother not to be so loud in church, then bending down to whisper with a mischievous smile, 'If you can only sit still for five more minutes, once we are out of here I will play a great game with you. You will enjoy it.' Flash of merry dark eyes. 'There will be worms involved.

Some days I am all about the ironic gesture

I will become her Gallowglass

Does not a child recognize her own mother?

Everywhere around me, already I see cliques, the kinds of cliques you see in schools everywhere: jocks, troublemakers, mathletes, you name it. Me, I am in a clique unto myself, the sole member of the group called "crazy.

Because I want to go to the dance," I said.
"But why can't you go as a boy? Won't it be risky going as a girl?"
Of course it would be risky. But everything I'd done for the past four months had been risky.
I took a deep breath before speaking. "I want to go as a girl, because I want to dance with a particular boy."
Mrs. Smithers rolled her eyes at this. "There's always a boy, isn't there?

He almost died," I pointed out. "Not that I have any other experience of it, but I would guess that when people almost die, their worth automatically goes up, at least to some small degree.

I am feeling much better now. I am fairly certain it was your letters that kept me alive.

So," she says slowly, reviewing my case item by item, "you like ice holes, sinkholes, peepholes and blowholes?"
I nod.
"But not loopholes?"
I nod again.
Hole this, hole that – even when I'm determined not to just be myself, I'm such an asshole. I just can't help it.

Violence: these days, it is all the rage

Whatever happens, I will stand beside her. ~Lucius

It is amazing how much you can see in other people - the good and the bad, we won't even talk about the ugly - if you just shut up and watch them.

Is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all...
But is it? Is it really better to know a thing you love only to lose it?
If I'd known then what I know now...
But that's the thing, isn't it? When you're living a thing...you don't know. You take it for granted, like a dog being petted, assuming it will somehow go on forever.
If I'd known what I know now...
I'd have touched everything in sight, everything I could get my hands on. I'd have grabbed the nearest girl I could find and not even caring how crazy she thought me, touched my hands to her face just to know what that feels like.
Is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
I, never having loved before, have no real answer to that question.

I love letters from little kids. Adults never proclaim themselves 'your #1 fan!

But I seem to recall that you can rub the outside of an apple until it shines without ever eradicating the worm within.

It's amazing how people can take just one small part of a person and draw massive conclusions.