The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Впрочем, если ты скучаешь без друзей, это еще не причина ломать кайф другим

Ты можешь выслушать другого человека, подставить плечо, но что, если другому человеку плечо не нужно? Что, если ему, например, нужны руки? Нельзя же все время поднимать чужую жизнь выше своей и считать, что это любовь. Так нельзя. Надо действовать.

Maybe he didn’t really encourage me to do things, but he didn’t prevent me from doing them either. But after a while, I didn’t do things because I didn’t want him to think different about me. But the thing is, I wasn’t being honest. So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn’t really even know me?

When I was driving home, I just thought about the word 'special'. And I thought the last person who said that about me was my Aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes.

It's strange to think about your teachers as being people even when they're Bill.

[...] it's “very easy to read, but very hard to ‘read well”

Mary Elizabeth hates high school and wants to explore lesbian relationships. I asked her if she thought girls were pretty, and she looked at me like I was stupid and said, "That's not the point."

So, I said I thought the magazine was trying to make him a hero, but then later somebody might dig up something to make him seem like less than a person. And I didn't know why because to me he is just a guy who writes songs that a lot of people like, and I thought that was enough for everyone involved.

He said it was the kind of book you made your own.

I guess she didn't know how much she talked or how much I listen.