“Twitter makes me like people I don't even know, and Facebook makes me hate people I know in real life”

“I hate it hen people I love refuse to speak to me.”

“You're certifiable, you do know that, yes?" Austin commented with a strange look."Well, coming from the school's resident sociopath, I take that as high praise.""Don't make me get my pipe bombs."Oh God, he was actually joking with me. I was in. In where, I had no idea, but I was definitely in somewhere. And he was smiling-- a real, non-adverb laced smile. And damn, he had dimples. I was doomed. So doomed.”

“From this day on, I refuse to let anyone bring me to a point where I can't take a horrible situation and spin it into something beneficial. I will never let anyone make me feel anything I don't want to feel again or rob me of the passions that make me who I am.”

“You make me drop thingsLike all the plans I had for a life without you”

“I know I'm bitter and a little jaded, and mildly enjoy it, but am I a sad person? Am I happy? I plan on being happy in the future for sure, but it isn't here yet. So what does that make me, exactly?”

“I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?”