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And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!

Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under it.

Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly."I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more.""You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing.""Nobody asked your opinion," said Alice.

My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.

She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.

It does good to no woman to be flattered [by a man] who does not intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.

- Why me?- That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?- Yes.- Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

If you start by promising what you don't even have yet, you'll lose your desire to work towards getting it.

You can't eat books, sweetheart.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Don't you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don't love the crazy, sullen bitch.

The distance is nothing when one has a motive.