“Says the girl with no thyme.”

“We can all be beautiful girls.”

“The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.”

“She's a baby," Maggie told me. "Babies wear pastels.""Says who?" I asked. ... "Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and spice and everything nice, which engourages them to not be assertive. And that, in turn, then leads to low self-esteem, which can lead to eating disorders and increased tolerance and acceptance of domestic, sexual, and substance abuse.”

“All the bitchy girls in the world are just a training ground for what men can do to you.”

“Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy.”

“You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit.And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on.You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with.You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.”