Rainbow Rowell Quotes

Stop asking that," she said angrily. There was no stopping the tears now. "You always ask that. Why. Like there's an answer for everything. Not everybody has your life, you know, or your family. In your life, things happen for reasons. People make sense. But that's not my life. Nobody in my life makes sense ...

Ha! Does Agatha know we're coming?"

"It'll be a surprise!" Penny says.

"Surprise!" Baz singsongs. "It's your ex-boyfriend and his boyfriend and that girl you never liked very much!">

Red isn't your color, Bozo." Tina had said the first time Eleanor suited up. The other girls all laughed, even the black girls who hated Tina. Laughing at Eleanor was Dr. King's mountain.

Oh, I love period dramas, especially period dramas starring Colin Firth. I'm like Bridget Jones if she were actually fat."
"Oh ... Colin Firth. He should only do period dramas. And period dramas should only star Colin Firth. (One-star upgrade for Colin Firth. Two stars for Colin Firth in a waistcoat.)
"Keep typing his name, even his name is handsome.

His eyes were that colour you can't see in the rainbow. Indigo.

I don't want to love someone so much that they take up all my head, all my space.

Go ahead and shoot me. This isn't my favourite shirt.

Do you know what that is, Snow? A flaming pyre, set adrift in the sea. We could do yours in Blackpool, so all your chavvy Normal friends can come.

Ometimes she felt like she was walking a fine line, precarious line between the two of them. Like there wasn't enough of her to be who she needed to be for them both.

She still glowed on the inside of his eyelids.

<> It's nice of you to say I'm your best friend.
<> You are my best friend, dummy.
<> Really? You are my best friend. But I always assumed that somebody else was your best friend, and I was totally okay with that. You don't have to say that I'm your best friend just to make me feel good.
<> You're so lame.
<> That's why I figured somebody else was your best friend.

Those were my fifth-year fantasies: kisses and blood and Snow ridding the world of me.

He's pushing me, so I push him back.
His cross is rattling in my tongue and jaw. His pulse is beating in my throat. And his mouth is killing everything I'm trying to think.
Simon Snow.

What if I promise not to touch you?"
"Cath laughed. "Now I have zero incentive to come."
"What if I promise to let you touch me first?"
"Are you kidding? I'm the untrustworthy person in this relationship. I'm all hands."
"I've seen no evidence of that, Cath."
"In my head, I'm all hands."
"I want to live in your head.

If you smile at everyone," she said, "how am I supposed to feel when you smile at me?"
"How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little.
Not like myself, Cath thought.
"Like an idiot," she said softly. "And like I never want it to stop.

It doesn't matter," Reagan said. "He already likes you. I think he's into the nerdy schoolgirl thing. He talks about you like you're something he found in a natural history museum.

In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)

His eyelids fluttered. (Only eyelids do that. And butterflies.)

I want to go out with Mikey ... He's the guy in the Life cereal commercial who hates everything. If Mikey likes you, you know you're good. If Mikey likes you, it means something.

When 'Attachments' came out and people liked it, I'd have a warm feeling of having made a connection.

You might not have sealed your fate four days ago. <> I hope I did. I just want to get this over with. <> Write that down, so you'll remember to put it in the baby book.

He still looked like something Eleanor didn't have words for.

Why do we write fiction? Professor Piper asked.
Cath looked down at her notebook.
To disappear.

She almost sounded sane ... If you didn't know that she was acting rational on the far side of crazy.

Everything is a story. And you are the hero. You sacrificed everything for me.

I didn't write them a happy ending because 17-year-olds don't get endings.
They get beginnings.

Like more tired than usual. Hard and crumbling at the edges.

Words are very powerful.

Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her.
The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.

I mean, if everything is already set in stone, why try? I prefer to think that we're choosing in every moment what happens next.

The only thing she didn't like to think, about Park, was what he could possibly see in her.

When you actually fall in love, no one sees that other person the way that you do.

Maybe all the bad stuff happens in the wrinkles, but all the good stuff does, too ...

And what does it mean to take care of power? Do you use it? Conserve it? Keep it out of the wrong hands?

He [Levi] made standing look vertical lying down.

> Roo-ah-rooo-ahhh.
>What's that?
>It's the Cute Guy Alarm.
> It sounds like a bird.

It's so warm," he said. "I love inside."
"Inside is the best," Elena said. "Let's never go outside again.

I'm like him," she'd whispered.

"You're not," Wren said.

"I am. I'm crazy like him." She was already having panic attacks. She was already hiding at parties. In seventh grade, she'd been late to class for the first two weeks because she couldn't stand being in the halls with everyone else during passing periods. "It's probably going to get worse in a few years. That's when it usually kicks in."

"You're not," Wren said.

"But what if I am?"

"Decide not to be."

"That's not how it works," Cath argued.

"Nobody knows how it works."

"What if I don't even see it coming."

"I'll see it coming."

Cath tried to stop crying, but she'd been crying so long, the crying had taken over, making her bvreathe in harsh sniffs and jerks.

"If it takes you," Wren said. "I won't let go."

A few months later, Cath gave that line to Simon in a scene about Baz's bloodlust. Wren was still writing with Cath back then, and when she got to the line, she snorted.

"I'm here for you if you go manic," Wren said. "But you're on your own if you become a vampire."

"What good are you anyway," Cath said. Their dad was home by then. And better. And Cath didn't feel, for the moment, like her DNA was a trap ready to snap closed on her.

"Apparently, I'm good for something," Wren said. "You keep stealing all my best lines.

I enjoy stories about thin women - I read them frequently. I enjoy them; I root for those characters, but I always feel like there are enough of them out there and there are enough of them in the spotlight.

I want to be happy. Like, seventy to eighty percent of the time. I want to be actively, thoughtfully happy.

Great snakes!" Penny says, snatching her hand away from me and jumping off the bed. "Fuck a nine-toed troll, Simon." She's shaking her hand, and there are tears in her eyes. "Stevie Nicks and Gracie Slick! Fuck!

Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you're this happy.
And it hurts to look at you when you're
depressed.
There's no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn't tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body.

He also says I tried to throw him down a flight of stairs that year. Really, we were fighting at the top of the staircase, and I got in a lucky punch that sent him flying. Then, when my aunt Fiona asked me if I'd pushed Simon Snow down a flight of stairs, I said, "Fuck yes I did.

He kissed her then.
There.
In the middle of the sentence.

If Eleanor tried to kiss Park, it would be real-life version of some little girl making her Barbie kiss Ken. Just smashing their faces together.

Which means you have to have a good vocabulary to do magic. And you have to be able to think on your feet. And be brave enough to speak up. And have an ear for a solid turn of phrase.

He said, "Hey."
And I said , "Hi."
And he said, "Look ... " His eyes were green. He kind of squinted when he talked. "I've got a 10:30 class next semester, so ... we should probably make other arrangements.

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Girl, you need to learn a lesson about standing in your own light.

Sometimes she wondered if the shape of his eyes affected how he saw things.

They were just stories, but stories weren't just anything.

I wasn't built for this," he yelled. "Look at me. You know it's true." And for the
first time, maybe ever, he didn't sound cool. He sounded a little panicked. And a
little angry. "I don't want to love someone so much that they take up all my head,
all my space. If I knew I was going to feel this way about you, I would have left a
long time ago, while I still could.

And why was she only attracted to guys who were sleeping with somebody else? If Georgie were a wild animal, she'd be a genetic dead end.

There's a magic phone in my childhood bedroom. I unplugged it this morning and hid it in the closet.
Maybe all the phones in the house are magic.
Or maybe I'm magic. Temporary magic. (Ha! Time travel pun!)

There's nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself. Professor Piper

He wondered if people who worked nights went on dates during the day.

Impala when his dad bought her a new Taurus. ... He didn't ride the bus anymore, because he'd have the whole seat to himself. Not that the Impala

Tell me more about the mountains, Georgie said, because she wasn't really sure what to ask. Because ' tell me where I went wrong' might break the spell.

Don't tell me how to raise my son." "He's twenty-eight years old," Eve said. "Your job is done. He's risen.

And sometimes she just wants to rage against the machine-even if she's not exactly sure where the machine is or how to properly rage at it.

I think I missed my window."
"What window?"
"My get-a-life window. I think I was supposed to figure all this stuff out somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-six, and now it's too late.

Okay,' she said, and kissed him, already feeling so relieved. And feeling some sort of evolutionary satisfaction. Like she'd made the right decision picking this man; he was going to find all the best sticks for their nest and chase off all the predators.

But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself. He kept finding new ways to betray her.

When she smiled up at him, he felt his heart swell against the inside of his chest. He felt that way all the time now. Even when he was holding her, it felt like there was something inside of him trying to burst out and embrace her.

That's a voice that arrives on a chariot drawn by dragons

Of course I can read", he said. "Jesus Christ."
"Well, then, what are you trying to tell me? That you don't want to?"
"No. I-" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose.
"-I don't know why I'm trying to tell you anything. I can read. I just can't read book."
"So pretend it's a really long street sign and muddle through it.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

You should try dating nice guys," her friend Ludy used to say in high school. "They're nice. I think you'd like them."
"Boring," Georgie'd said. "Pointless."
"Not pointless
nice.

Choose a poem that speaks to you. Choose a poem that will help you speak to someone else.

When she finally got to the desk, the airline employee was surprisingly upbeat. "Your best bet is to Apparate."
"Sorry?"
"Just a little Harry Potter humor," he said.

Seth, it's seven o'clock. Nine in Omaha. Or maybe 1998 in Omaha.

And I do not have a weird thing with Simon Snow,' Cath said. 'I'm just really active in the fandom.'
'What the f**ck is a fandom'
'You wouldn't understand,' Cath sighed

It's very difficult, I think, especially on two cellphones, to have a romantic conversation.

That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.

He'd expected her to feel like heaven, plus nirvana, plus that scene in Willy Wonka where Charlie starts to fly.

Wow, what's up with her? She looks like she just killed somebody for fun.

She bent over to pick up her glasses. "Do you need those?" Reagan asked. "Yes" - Cath put them on - "I need them to keep me from becoming the girl in She's All That.

The next night, Lincoln parked his Corolla right next to The Courier's front door. I'm here, he thought. Find me. Follow me. Make this inevitable.

We don't turn into pumpkins at midnight

Something is very wrong with Bunce. She's collapsed in the back seat like a dead rabbit. But I can't really focus on it because of the sun and also the wind and because I'm very busy making a list.

Things I hate, a list:
1. The sun.
2. The wind.
3. Penelope Bunce, when she hasn't got a plan.
4. American sandwiches.
5. America.
6. The band, America. Which I didn't know about an hour ago.
7. Kansas, also a band I've recently become acquainted with.
8. Kansas, the state. Which isn't that far from Illinois, so it must be wretched.
9. The State of Illinois, for fucking certain.
10. The sun. In my eyes.
11. The wind in my hair.
12. Convertible automobiles.
13. Myself, most of all.
14. My soft heart.
15. My foolish optimism.
16. The words "road" and "trip" when said together with any enthusiasm.
17. Being a vampire, if we're being honest.
18. Being a vampire in a fucking convertible.
19. A deliriously thirsty vampire in a convertible at midday. In Illinois, which is apparently the brightest place on the planet.
20. The sun. Which hangs miles closer to Minooka, Illinois, than it does over London blessed England.
21. Minooka, Illinois. Which seems dreadful.
22. These sunglasses. Rubbish.
23. The fucking sun! We get it - you're very fucking bright!
24. Penelope Bunce, who came up with this idea. An idea not accompanied by a plan. Because all she care

I started making my list, my good things list, when I was 11, and I should probably cross a few things off, but that's harder than you'd think.

I'm authorized to call an Emergency Kanye Party

As soon as the room was mostly empty, she lifted up her T-shirt and ran her hand along the stretch marks and the ropy scar under her belly. Still there.

Excuse me," someone said, interrupting a lively discussion about whom they'd each buy a drink for in the cantina.

The whole line looked up. There were two women standing on the sidewalk with bakery boxes. One of them cleared her throat. "We heard that people were camping out for Star Wars . . ."

"That's us!" Troy said, only slightly less enthusiastically than he'd said it yesterday.

"Where's everybody else?" she asked. "Are they around the back? Do you do this in shifts?"

"It's just us," Elena said.

"We're the Cupcake Gals," the other woman said. "We thought we'd bring Star Wars cupcakes? For the line?"

"Great!" Troy said.

The Cupcake Gals held on tight to their boxes.

"It's just . . ." the first woman said, "we were going to take a photo of the whole line, and post it on Instagram . . ."

"I can help you there!" Elena said. Those cupcakes were not going to just walk away. Not on Elena's watch.

Elena took a selfie of their line, the Cupcake Gals and a theater employee all holding Star Wars cupcakes - it looked like a snapshot from a crowd - and promised to post it across all her channels. The lighting was perfect. Magic hour, no filter necessary. #CupcakeGals #TheForceACAKEns #SalaciousCrumbs

The Gals were completely satisfied and left both boxes of cupcakes.

"This is the first time I've been happy that there were only three of us," Elena said, h

She was tired of being the one who cried.

Eleanor sitting next to him on the couch made Park feel like someone had opened a window in the middle of the room. Like someone had replaced all the air in the room with brand-new, improved air (now with twice the freshness).
Eleanor made him feel like something was happening. Even when they were just sitting on the couch.

But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.

This week we're making our dreams come true.

I give up," Baz whined. "I'm going to go drown myself in the moat. Tell my mother I always knew she loved me best.

Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader?

It's still romantic," Christine said, "falling in love with someone for who she is and what she says and what she believes in. It's actually much more romantic than her crush on you, which would have to be almost completely physical. You might be nothing like she thinks you are.

I trust you," she says.
"That doesn't mean I won't hurt you."
Penny shrugs. "Pain is temporary."
"That doesn't mean I won't damage you.

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Right. So I didn't tell her. Now, where do we start?"
His face falls into a pout. "I was counting on Bunce to tell us where to start."
"Let's start with what we know," I say. That's where Penelope always starts.
"Right." Baz actually seems nervous. He's tapping the chalk against his trouser leg, leaving white smudges.

It was like their lives were overlapping lines, like they had their own gravity. Usually, that serendipity thing felt like the nicest thing the universe had ever done for her.

Do you think I care about anything but you?

So ... I'm larking through the Baby Gap, looking at tiny capri pants and sweaters that cost more than ... I don't know, more than they should. And I get totally sucked in by this ridiculous, tiny fur coat. The kind of coat a baby might need to go to the ballet. In Moscow. In 1918. To match her tiny pearls.

It was all true. You are rotting here."
"Maybe," he said. "Maybe I'm ripening.

Reading is not lonely.

That was the beauty in stacking up words
they got cheaper, the more you had of them.

You know," he said, "I keep wanting to say that it's like Simon Snow threw up in here ... but it's more like someone else ate Simon Snow - like somebody went to an all-you-care-to-eat Simon Snow buffet - and then threw up in here.

When Cath's eyes closed, her eyelids stuck. She wanted to open them. She wanted to get a better look at Levi's too-dark eyebrows, she wanted to admire his crazy, vampire hairline
she had a feeling this was never going to happen again and that it might even ruin what was left of her life, so she wanted to open her eyes and bear some witness.