“Look," I whisper to Cat, "Shooting star! That's good luck."She rolls her eyes. "It's a plane, you idiot," she says, and when I look again I can see that she's right. Typical.”
“She's not my type,' Carter says.'So what is your type?''Tall, skinny, black hair, blue eyes, freckly nose. Blue tinsel wig and snowflakes optional.''Skinny?' I squeal.'Definitely. Pretending to be shy, sensible and stand-offish when really you're mad about me.''You sure about that?''No, but I'm hoping.”
“If you were a wheelI’d follow your highway.If you were a raindropI wish you’d fall my way.If you were a gypsyI’d give a fortune to tellThat whenever I’m with youI see HEAVEN, not hell…”
“love comes from the heart not from the mind. you will love and be loved. don't force things good things take time.one good reason for people to love you is for who you are not who someone else is. your beautiful and wonderful don't change that just because one person dislikes like you for who you are”
“Dear Maya,Life is an illusion.And as it turns out, so is death.What is real?What remains when we all fade away?Two things: Love. Forgiveness.Don't forget”
“Personally I thought you had to go into something like this with your eyes closed. If you thought about it too much you’d almost certainly not do it because there were just too many reasons not to. Rather the only thing to do was jump in and then take a peek at where you’d landed.”