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When You Publish A Book, You Do So In Part To End The Silence. All Censorship Is Silence. I Would Never, As An Author, Feel Right Requiring A Young Person Whose Family Would Object To The Book To Read It. Just As I Would Never Force That Person To Read It, I Would Ask Those Folks To Not Force Others Not To Read It. To Me, That Is Just Good Manners.

-Stephen Chbosky

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When You Publish A

Stephen Chbosky

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When You Publish A Book, You Do So In Part To End The Silence. All Censorship Is Silence. I Would Never, As An Author, Feel Right Requiring A Young Person Whose Family Would Object To The Book To Read It. Just As I Would Never Force That Person To Read It, I Would Ask Those Folks To Not Force Others Not To Read It. To Me, That Is Just Good Manners.

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The Most Beautiful Surprise Is That You Have These Moments Where You Connect With People On A Deep Level Without Saying A Word. It's One Of Those Wonderful Things That You Get What You Give, And I'm Grateful For It.

So What's The Point Of Using Words Nobody Else Knows Or Can Say Comfortably? I Just Don't Understand That.

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It's Kind Of Like When You Look At Yourself In The Mirror And You Say Your Name. And It Gets To A Point Where None Of It Seems Real. Well, Sometimes I Can Do That, But I Don't Need An Hour In Front Of A Mirror. It Just Happens Very Fast, And Things Start To Slip Away. And I Just Open My Eyes, And I See Nothing. And Then I Start To Breathe Really Hard Trying To See Something, But I Can't. It Doesn't Happen All The Time, But When It Does, It Scares Me.

Do You Enjoy Holidays With Your Family? I Don't Mean Your Mom And Dad Family, But Your Uncle And Aunt And Cousin Family? Personally, I Do. There Are Several Reasons For This. First, I Am Very Interested And Fascinated By How Everyone Loves Each Other, But No One Really Likes Each Other. Second, The Fights Are Always The Same.

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Calls Her Beautiful, But She Cannot Hear.

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There Were Other Stories And Other Names. Second Base Stace, Who Had Breasts In Fourth Grade And Let Some Of The Boys Feel Them. Vincent, Who Took Acid And Tried To Flush A Sofa Down The Toilet. Sheila, Who Allegedly Masturbated With A Hot Dog And Had To Go To The Emergency Room. The List Went On And On.

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Do You Know What 'masturbation' Is? I Think You Probably Do Because You Are Older Than Me. But Just In Case, I Will Tell You. Masturbation Is When You Rub Your Genitals Until You Have An Orgasm. Wow!

I Think It Was The First Time In My Life I Ever Felt Like I Looked “good”. Do You Know What I Mean? That Nice Feeling When You Look In The Mirror, And Your Hair’s Right For The First Time In Your Life? I Don’t Think We Should Base So Much On Weight, Muscles, And A Good Hair Day, But When It Happens, It’s Nice. It Really Is.

Except That My Father Got A Raise, And My Mother Didn't Because She Doesn't Get Paid For Housework, And My Sister Stopped Reading Those Self-esteem Books Because She Met A New Boy

I Wasn't Raised Very Religiously Because My Parents Went To Catholic School, But I Do Believe In God Very Much. I Just Never Gave God A Name, If You Know What I Mean. I Hope I Haven't Let Him Down Regardless.

I Would Die For You. But I Won't Live For You.

Perks Of A Wallflower

I Think They Were Afraid That Some Of Us Would Try To Kill Ourselves Or Something Because They Looked Very Tense And One Of Them Kept Touching His Beard.

I Am Really In Love With Sam, And It Hurts Very Much.

So, I Heard You're This Ninja Or Something.

I Know That Things Get Worse Before They Get Better Because That’s What My Psychiatrist Says, But This Is A Worse That Feels Too Big.

Sam And Patrick Looked At Me. And I Looked At Them. And I Think They Knew. Not Anything Specific Really. They Just Knew. And I Think That's All You Can Ever Ask From A Friend.

I Want To Make Sure That The First Person You Kiss Loves You, Okay?

Well, I Think That Part Of Being Young Is Not Exactly Knowing Why You Do Some Of The Things That You Do. And It's By Exploring Your Life Or Experimenting Or Making Mistakes And Learning From Them Hopefully That You Start To Forge An Identity.

People Who Try To Control Situations All The Time Are Afraid That If They Don't, Nothing Will Work Out The Way They Want.

I Really Do Love My Sister. Especially When She's Nice.

It's Like He Would Take A Photograph Of Sam, And The Photograph Would Be Beautiful. And He Would Think That The Reason The Photograph Was Beautiful Was Because Of How He Took It. If I Took It, I Would Know That The Only Reason It's Beautiful Is Because Of Sam.

It's Like Looking At All The Students And Wondering Who's Had Their Heart Broken That Day, And How They Are Able To Cope With Having Three Quizzes And A Book Report On Top Of That.

But My Dad Said It Was No Excuse. "but I Love Him!" I Had Never Seen My Sister Cry That Much. "no, You Don't." "i Hate You!" "no, You Don't." My Dad Can Be Very Calm Sometimes. "he's My Whole World." "don't Ever Say That About Anyone Again. Not Even Me." That Was My Mom.

After A Few Minutes, It Was Time For Me To Leave. I Don't Know Who Decides These Things. It Just Happens.

I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me. It's Like All I Can Do Is Keep Writing This Gibberish To Keep From Breaking Apart.

I Think That If I Ever Have Kids, And They Are Upset, I Won't Tell Them That People Are Starving In China Or Anything Like That Because It Wouldn't Change The Fact That They Were Upset. And Even If Somebody Else Has It Much Worse, That Doesn't Really Change The Fact That You Have What You Have.

And She Says She Wants To Expose Me To All These Great Things. And To Tell You The Truth, I Don't Really Want To Be Exposed To All These Great Things If It Means That I'll Have To Hear Mary Elizabeth Talk About All The Great Things She Exposed Me To All The Time. I Don't Understand That. I Would Give Someone A Record So They Could Love The Record, Not So They Would Always Know That I Gave It To Them.

Old Pictures Look Very Rugged And Young, And The People In The Photographs Always Seem A Lot Happier Than You Are.

To Kill A Mockingbird. If You Haven't Read It, I Think You Should Because It Is Very Interesting.

And We Could All Sit Around And Wonder And Feel Bad About Each Other And Blame A Lot Of People For What They Did Or Didn’t Do Or What They Didn’t Know. I Don’t Know. I Guess There Would Always Be Someone To Blame.

Do You Think If People Knew How Crazy You Really Were, No One Would Ever Talk To You?

Maybe It's Good To Put Things In Perspective, But Sometimes, I Think That The Only Perspective Is To Really Be There.

I Look At People Holdings Hands In The Hallways, And I Try To Think How It All Works. At The School Dances, I Sit In The Background, And I Tap My Toe, And I Wonder How Many Couples Will Dance To ‘their Song.’ In The Hallways, I See The Girls Wearing The Guys’ Jackets, And I Think About The Idea Of Property. And I Wonder If Anyone Is Really Happy.

It's Nice To Have Things To Look Forward To.

But Mary Elizabeth Felt Different. She Kept Saying It Was An "articulate" Film. So "articulate." And I Guess It Was. The Thing Is, I Didn't Know What It Said Even If It Said It Very Well.

I Wonder What My Speech Would Be.

What's Your Favorite Book? "the Last One I Read.

I Wish I Could Stop Being In Love With Sam. I Really Do.

My Sister Was The One Who Told Me Where Babies Come From. My Sister Was Also The One Who Laughed When I Immediately Asked Her Where Babies Go To.

More Like The Movie Where The Guy Meets A Smart Girl Who Wears A Lot Of Sweaters And Drinks Cocoa. They Talk About Books And Issues And Kiss In The Rain.

Craig Said The Problem With Things Is That Everyone Is Always Comparing Everyone With Everyone

And She Looked At Me Like She Couldn't Believe I Knew She Loved Anne Rice. I Guess He Didn't Know How Much She Talked Or How Much I Listened.

I Sat Down And Tried To Write A Story. "ian Macarthur Is A Wonderful Sweet Fellow Who Wears Glasses And Peers Out Of Them With Delight." That Was The First Sentence. The Problem Was That I Just Couldn't Think Of The Next One. After Cleaning My Room Three Times, I Decided To Leave Ian Alone For A While Because I Was Starting To Get Mad At Him.

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