Quotes by Jennifer Donnelly

The truth costs.Lies cost more.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, Im not alone.

Keep being the author of your own story. Never let anyone else write it for you again.

Id wish you good luck, but you wont need it. You get to write your own story now. Nothings luckier than that.

It goes on, this world, stupid and brutal.But I do not.I do not.

But words are more powerful than anything.

They sat quietly together for a few minutes, Joe holding Fionas hand, Fiona sniffling. No flowery words, no platitudes passed between them. Joe would have done anything to ease her suffering, but he knew nothing he might do, or say, could. Her grief would run its course, like a fever, and release her when it was spent. He would not shush her or tell her it was Gods will and that her da was better off. That was rubbish and they both knew it. When something hurt as bad as this, you had to let it hurt. There were no shortcuts.

Because Im on the phone, Mom!Fooling around with your friends again! Who is that?Ahmadinejad.Oh, my goodness! What is he saying?That he wants to see Jeezy at the Beacon tonight. Putins going too. He scalped a ticket from Kim Jong Il. All tha gangstas are going.Dont be so fresh, young man!Gotta go, he says to me. Enemy forces have dropped a Momshell.Fall back, solider. Over and out.

Shes got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

Beautiful people dont need coats. Theyve got their auras to keep them warm.

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

And Robespierre, the Incorruptible, who loved us so much he cut off our heads so we would not be troubled by too many thoughts.

Beautiful people dont need coats. Theyve got their auras keeping them warm.

Murder is not a suitable topic of conversation for a young lady.

Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

The more obscure our tastes, the greater the proof of our genius.

Sometimes you have to do wrong to do right.

The thing is, you cant ever really know how rotten someone will turn out to be.

But you are a different sort of girl. Not at all what I expected you to be. And this is a different sort of time. And so I am hopeful for all the things you may yet find.

I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.