Цитаты из книги House Rules

Мне приходится усердно работать над тем, что для других людей кажется естественным, потому что я всего лишь турист в окружающем мире.

Чистая логика говорит: если существо в гробу по сути не тот человек, которого ты знал, тебе не может его не хватать. Потому что это не потеря, это изменение.

Вот ещё особенность глаз: они могут прожигать, как лазеры.

Быть общительным означает быть вежливым с теми, кто тебе не нравится.

Какому приличному псу понравится быть "пуделем"?

Потом я забеременела, и неожиданно вокруг меня оказались только женщины, посещающие занятия будущих матерей, где учили правильно дышать и разговаривали исключительно о пеленках-распашонках.

Я первый,кто признаётся,что не понимает по-настоящему,что такое любовь.

You don't love a child for what he does or doesn't do; you love him for who he is.

I don't know much about Asperger's... But I think maybe we've all got something in us that keeps us from connecting to people, even when we want to.

Different is not synonymous with bad.

I don't believe in self-pity. I think it's for people who have too much time on their hands. Instead of dreaming of a miracle, you learn to make your own.

- Do you miss Jess? - Yes. She was my friend. - Then why don't you show it? - Why should I? If I know I feel it, that's what counts. Don't you ever look at someone who's hysterical in public and wonder if it's because they really feel miserable or because they want others to know they're miserable? It kind of dilutes the emotion if you display it for the whole world to see. Makes it less pure.

This time, when I went where I went, I thought I'd gone too far. There was no more pain and nothing mattered, sure. But no one would find me, and they'd eventually stop looking.

When you have to try so hard to be normal, that means you're not.

Numbers make sense. You cannot say the same about people.

The very fact that you worry about being a good mom means that you already are one.

When someone dies, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all the nerves are still a little raw.

I do try to communicate, but no one has bothered to tell me that these people cannot hear.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There's only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

The reason I choose not to look at people is that I don't think it's polite to rifle through someone's thoughts, and the eyes might as well be glass windows, they're that transparent.