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Sometimes I wonder about good and evil. If the villain wins, isn't he heralded as the hero? I've tried so hard to be good since that day, but sometimes I wonder whether it's even worth it. After all, to be the hero, I have to win.

I can see how your mother would have a point. Having a debate with a politically minded woman can be intriguing and even entertaining but to share a house with her and have her always campaigning and protesting at the dinner table,_ he slanted his gaze down toward me. __hat could be very tiring indeed.

And Mother, I love her dearly, but she flies into a panic whenever I mention women__ rights. As she sees it, it will be so much more difficult to marry me off if I am not only of a weak constitution but of a progressive mind as well.

To some of those girls, school will be the highlight of their lives. People like you_people who are beautiful inside and out_those are the ones who will shine in whatever they decide to do. [Alec]

Because you make me want to live. You make me want to grow old with you. You give me hope, and that scares me more than anything else

...to the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world_. You__e one of the lucky ones. You__e the world to far more people than you think.

I'm serious, Mar, I don't know how to act around him now. I can't be nice, because he'll hate that. But I can't be mean just to be nice.""You really need medication.""I'm in a quandary. A Catch-22. I'm screwed.

All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.

I know I'm not to blame for what he did. And I know, too, that I am strong inside--stronger than I ever realized.

I know you're upset, I know you're scared, but don't walk away.

I think you've got to get out whatever's hurting you through your art, so it doesn't twist you up inside.

If I want to get out of here, I have to be the one to save myself.

It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can't breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can't br

Tragic tales rarely do make sense.

I've come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it's inevitable. Fight for it.

You can't make a fan of everyone. Stay true to your story, characters, music, art or whatever it is you do and fuck everyone else who doesn't like it. Life isn't perfect.

They say that right before you die your whole life flashes before you _ a medley of your own personal greatest hits. Well then, I must be about to live, because events that haven__ happened yet are constantly pushing themselves into my head.

The idea that their paths might have easily not crossed leaves her breathless, like a near-miss accident on a highway, and she can't help marveling at the sheer randomness of it all. Like any survivor of chance, she feels a quick rush of thankfulness, part adrenaline and part hope.