Sometimes it also helps to have a bit less pride.

Sometimes, unexpected things can happen.

People make such a big deal about looks, but after a while, when you know someone, you don´t even notice anymore…

Of course, maybe I’d end up like one of those crazy old people with, like, sixty cats. And one day, the neighbors would complain about the smell, and it would turn out I’d died and...

In stories like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, they always say the heroine is ‘as good as she is beautiful.’ I wondered if people just wanted that to be true, wanted the beautiful to...

True love would look a second time. True love would not be thwarted. True love would not accept no for an answer. He would search the world and certainly look again and again in every...

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

A memory came to me. One time, in middle school, a famous author came to talk to our class and give a writing workshop. One of the things she told us about writing a novel...

I love you, I thought. But I didn’t say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face. She was far too kind for that. My fear was a greater one—...

It hurts too much so I don’t want to talk about it.

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

when you’re a kid, they tell you that it’s what’s on the inside that counts. Looks don’t matter . But that’s not true. Guys like Phoebus in The Hunchback, or Dorian, or the old Kyle...

But it’s not enough. I don’t look human. If I went outside, people would scream at the sight of me. Looks matter to most people. That’s reality in the world.””Not my world.”I petted Pilot. “I...

The magic is over, but its effects will live forever.

It’s easier to fake it. When you fake it for sixteen years, it becomes part of you, something you don’t think about.

…if there´s a beast,maybe he´s just a regular guy with a sin conditon or something. Maybe he just needs some understanding. Maybe we judge people to much by their looks because it´s easier than seeing...

I just knew. There was no movie ending. There was only an ending.

those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy.

We sit, silent, the comfortable way only good friends can sit.

She’s using me. And I like it.

He bursts into tears, and not some manlike tears either, where you pretend you’re brushing something off your face and, incidentally, wipe a tear. Nope. He starts bawling like a kid who spilled his Slushie…

The word felt good, liberating. So, I repeat it. “Fuck.” Then, again. And again. Because it made me someone else, someone normal and happy, someone who used words like that, like St. John. I repeated...

Everyone can use a little beauty.

Beside me, Philippe and Meg hold hands. He murmurs something that sounds like, “my dear leetle mongoose.” I wish he’d turn back into a frog and hop away.

I can’t go on like this

Shakespeare’s great.”Duh. Shakespeare’s cool, man.

Just because something is beautiful doesn´t mean it´s good.

The whole thing was like a divorce. When we divided everything up, Courtney got my dignity, and I got the heartache.

Anyone else feel like that? Like your life’s a big act. Like you’re trying to be a man when you’re just a scared kid, trying to keep under control when you really want to scream,...

You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most…you are beastly.