Quotes by Gayle Forman

...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life Ive been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that Id never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I cant seem to find that door.

But then one time, you track down an email address and youre near a computer with Internet access so you dont have that nice cushion and you type what youre feeling and press send before you have a chance to talk yourself out of it. And then you wait, and wait, and wait, and nothing comes back, so all those things you thought were so important to say, really, they werent. They werent worth saying at all.

Its just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. Thats how life works.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I dont seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

Forgivenesss: Its a miracle drug. Its Gods miracle drug.

Im not sure if the questions rhetorical or if she thinks I have a clue to her metaphysical mystery. And Im in no state to answer either way because Im crying. I dont realize it till I taste the sale against my lips. I cant remember the last time Ive cried but, once I accept the mortification of sniveling like a baby, the floodgates open and Im sobbing now, in front of Mia. In front of the whole damn world.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that wont feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

My chips are all cashed out. Theres nothing to lose. Or maybe Ive already lost it and found it, and whatever else there might be to lose...

You cant undo loss. You cant unmake a mistake. (What The Hell Have You Done, Sophie Roth?)

Adams lips are set in a grime line. I cant tell if hes about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his sake, I hope its the former. For you own, I hope the latter.

...Sleepovers and dance parties and those talks we would have until three in the morning that would make us feel lousy the next day because we’d slept like hell but also feel good because the talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.

[My parents] always seemed less like lovebirds than like amiable business partners, for whom Im the sole product.

Its just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam

But sometimes the memories feel so real, so visceral, so personal, that I confuse them with my own.

He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by peoples capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. Im floored every time.

You thought too hard. Same with travel. You cant work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

...he starts telling them about our day, embellishing it so that it almost sounds fun. Its how all good travel stories are born. Nightmares spun into punch lines.

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

I look at Ben now. And again I wonder how it is that we can feel so many of the same things and be so utterly different.