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"Me: 'All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel."
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"You're free to wear whatever you want, you know."
"Something must go within to bring what is within out. Oh yes! You need something within to bring what is within out!"
"Express your feelings, no matter what. Make your every word beautiful, bright, and lovely. Make your every thought creative, caring, and lively."
"At any moment, you can use your face to open doors of opportunity if it demonstrates interest, enthusiasm, respect, understanding, delight, agreement, and more."
"A waterfall cannot be silent, just as the wisdom! When they speak, the voice of power speaks!"
"The thing that I fear discriminating against is humor and truth."
"When a man talks from the heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry."
"If words are the truth, what is living for?"
"Words can be honed to crafted perfection by the finest wordsmiths. Yet, if we trust solely in the expanse of them to explain this God of ours or articulate our experience of Him, we will have brutally destroyed the very things we are attempting to explain. And if I should do that, no words can describe how badly I wish I had no words."
"I read so I might live a thousand lives in a lifetime. I write to control the particulars in those lives."
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"Why do you have such a crappy attitude about math?''I don't. I have a crappy attitude about everything."
"If I can write a book that will help the world make a little more sense to a teen, then that's why I was put on the planet."
"I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way.... I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself."
"Why are you being so mean?''Friends tell friends the truth.''yeah, but not to hurt, to help."
"My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman."
"There was a loud shuffling above. A line of redcoats took their position at the edge of the ravine and aimed down at the rebels. 'Present!' the British officer screamed to his men. 'Present!' yelled the American officer. His men brought the butts of their muskets up to their shoulders and sighted down the long barrels, ready to shoot and kill. I pressed my face into the earth, unable to plan a course of escape. My mind would not be mastered and thought only of the wretched, lying, foul, silly girl who was the cause of everything. I thought of Isabel and I missed her. 'FIRE!"
"This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values...."
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