“I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.”
“So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided - maybe there's like a secret cabal of boys who meet in the locker room and decide who's ugly and who's hot, because as far as I can remember, there was no such thing as a hot fourth-grader. - Lindsey Lee Wells”
“I just don't like that you can either be ugly and smart or pretty and dumb, or ugly and nice or pretty and mean.”
“Don't pretend", I say Breathily. "You know I'm not. I'm not ugly, but I am certainly not pretty." "Fine. You're not pretty. So?" He kisses my cheek. "I like how you look. You're deadly smart. You're brave.”
“It has to get ugly before it gets pretty!”
“Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.”