292 Quotes by E. Lockhart

When we say Shut up, Gat, that isn’t what we mean at all.

I lie in my darkened room. Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

You remind us that we’re selfish bastards. You’re not one of us, that way.

If those are your friends, you’ve got no need for enemies.

One day when no one else was around, I went into the craft room at the back of the ground floor. I touched Gran’s collection of fabrics, the shiny bright buttons, the coloured threads. My head and shoulders melted first, followed by my hips and knees. Before long I was a puddle, soaking into the pretty cotton prints. I drenched the quilt she never finished, rusted the metal parts of her sewing machine. I was pure liquid loss...

Sometimes it’s a good idea to think about what you want from a situation, and try to get it, rather than just blurt out the first thing that comes into your head.

Immie put on her sunglasses. “Forrest’s writing a novel.” “What kind of novel?” asked Jule. “A little Samuel Beckett meets Hunter S. Thompson,” said Forrest. “And I’m a big fan of Pynchon, so he’s an influence.

Men still walk around like the US of A is a big cake store and all the cake is for them.

So just be normal,” he says, “at least for today. Let’s pretend I’m not a mess, let’s pretend you’re not angry. Let’s act like we’re friends and forget what happened.” I don’t want to pretend. I don’t want to be friends. I don’t want to forget. I am trying to remember.