Carey > Carey's Quotes

“Whoa, I've really got to stop making plans with fictional characters. It can't be healthy to develop relationships with people who don't exist.”
― Chris Colfer, Struck By Lightning: The Carson Phillips Journal

“Both Rowling and Meyer, they’re speaking directly to young people. … The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.”
― Stephen King

“Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting.”
― John Green

“Courage is one thing that no one can ever take away from you.”
― Chris Colfer, The Wishing Spell

“Get busy living or get busy dying.”
― Stephen King, Different Seasons

“But one of the big lessons I have learned from my journey is you can’t please everyone, so don’t try.”
― Chris Colfer

“When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“...because a life without meaning, without drive or focus, without dreams or goals, isn't a life worth living.”
― Chris Colfer, Struck By Lightning: The Carson Phillips Journal

“To Grandma:
Once upon a time,
there was a boy who flew.”
― Chris Colfer, Struck By Lightning: The Carson Phillips Journal

“Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying, 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?' In fact, it seems to me that most contemporary insults are pretty lame. Even 'lame' is kind of lame. Saying 'You're lame' is like saying 'You walk with a limp.' Yeah, whatever, so does 50 Cent, and he's done all right for himself.”
― John Green

“Books are a uniquely portable magic.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“We're not dating," Alec said again.
"Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back."
Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?"
Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back."
Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."
"Is that why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?"
"No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."
"You love me?"
"You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass