Quotes by Matthew Quick

Ive seen the way youve been looking at me. Dont bullshit me, Pat. I live in the addition around back, which is completely separate from the house, so theres no chance of my parents walking in on us. I hate the fact that you wore a football jersey to dinner, but you can fuck me as long as we turn the lights out first. Okay?

I found posts about how to slit your wrists the right way, so you will actually die, and that depressed me, because people actually post stuff like that, and even though I wanted to know the answer, so I could weigh my options, that info maybe shouldnt be on the internet...But really - why do some people post the correct ways to commit suicide on the internet? Do they want weird, sad people like me to go away permanently? Do they think its a good idea for some people to off themselves? How can you tell when you are one of those people who should slash his wrists the right way with a razor blade? Is there an answer for that too? I Googled but nothing concrete came up. Just ways to complete the mission. Not justification.

I was right; just as soon as you take the first step toward getting to know someone your own age, everything you thought was magical about that person turns to shit right in front of your face

You need to know its your actions that will make you a good person, not desire.

Look, sometimes it’s OK with girls like this, they wanna have fun, and sometimes it’s not because theyve got a broken wing and they’re hurt and they’re an easy target. In this case, this particular case, I think that wing is being fixed, my friend, and you gotta make sure that it’s mended and you’re getting in the way of that right now, okay, because she’s sensitive and she’s smart, she’s artistic. This is a great girl, you gotta be respectful to that. Come on, let me walk you to your car, you’re a better guy than this.

A strange, beautiful new world awaits, Leonard.Weve found an oasis in their ruins. We really have.You want to see it, so just hold on, okay?

... Kenny G is extremely talented and resourceful and a powerful force to be reckoned with ... Mr. G might not seem evil, but I fear him more than any other human being.

...I like the way Chee kept God magical, sorta like Santa Claus when youre a kid. More priests should take this approach, because there is a frickin reason why Santa Claus is more popular than Jesus nowadays.

I am not weak and can control my mind really well.

Then we talked a lot about our parents and how we didnt want to become them, but we had no other role models--or maps, Alex kept saying. My father is a terrible map, mostly because he doesnt ever lead me anywhere. And I thought about my parents being maps that led to places I didnt want to go-- and it made a shocking amount of sense, using the word maps to describe parents. If almost made you feel like you could fold Mom and Dad up and lock them away in the glove compartment of your car and just joyride for the rest of your life maybe.

Silence has always been my default mode—my best defense against the rest of the world.

Someday an opportunity will come. Think about Harry Potter. His life is terrible, but then a letter arrives, he gets on a train, and everything is different for him afterward. Better. Magical.Thats just a story.So are we- were stories too.

You may exist inthis world--but I exist tooand I will not yield

Havent you ever noticed that life is like a series of movies?

I believe in happy endings, and i feel this movie has advanced long enough.

I’m a screwed-up person who no longerknows how to communicate with the people I love. But I meant everything I told you in my letter.

And I understood why he didn’t need friends or to be accepted at our shitty racist high school, because he had his music, and that was so much better than anything we had to offer.

Your mother is risking a lot, because she believes in you.

Were celebrating our freedom. Were celebrating our ability to be kids when everything is trying to take that away from us. Its a choice, Ty. We can do whatever we want.

PS. Docendo discimus. (Latin. By teaching, we learn.)