It Quotes

Your hair is winter fire, January embers. My heart burns there, too.

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for… and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

Drive away and try to keep smiling. Get a little rock and roll on the radio and go toward all the life there is with all the courage you can find and all the belief you can muster. Be true, be brave, stand.

What can be done when you’re eleven can often never be done again.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

We all float down here.[repeated often in the rest of the book]

The turtle couldn’t help us.[repeated often in the rest of the book]

Swear to me that if Ih-Ih-It isn’t d-d-dead, you’ll cuh-home back.

Politics always change. Stories never do.

Maybe there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends – maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.

It’s offense you maybe can’t live with, because it opens up a crack inside your thinking, and if you look down into it you see there are live things down there, and they have little yellow eyes that don’t blink, and there’s a stink down in that dark, and after awhile you think maybe there’s a whole other universe down there, a universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some of them have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything, he would have told them if he could. Go to your church and listen to your stories about Jesus walking on the water, but if I saw a guy doing that I’d scream and scream and scream. Because it wouldn’t look like a miracle to me. It would look like an offense.

Grownups are the real monsters.