Kami Garcia Quotes

When my kids were very young, I have seen them crying, as they didn't want to go to school.

Kids can be annoying. Especially teenagers - oh my gosh. They can be cruel.

I was a problematic kid, to be sure.

When I was 17, I was hyperactive and annoyed my teachers.

When I was a kid, I'd spray paint my hair, cut clothes up.

I was very troubled, yes. Me and my brother both - we were troubled and troublemakers.

In my teenage years, there was a lot of angst going on.

It's very hard when your child doesn't want to talk to you and you want to talk to them, and you want to touch them, you want to hold them.

I was a troubled young kid, and I would try to break every rule.

Anyone who's followed our band through the years has heard about the teenage angst.

Some of my songs are positive and stuff, but some are about staring down at the ground and obsessing about stupid things, and it is teenage in a way.

Kids have this resistance to listening to adults and authority, period.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

High School. Society’s bright idea to put all their aggressive, naive youth into one environment to torment and emotionally scar each other for life.

I went to a school in Cambridge, which I thought was completely rotten. Yes, hated it. Now they want me to go back there and support this, that, and the other and I haven't managed to pluck up the courage to even face it yet.

I had run away from home three times. I had been kicked out of three different schools under different circumstances. I was kicked out of everything that I didn't quit. Kicked out of schools. Kicked out of summer camp, the Boy Scouts, the altar boys, the choir, and something else that I can't think of, that I'm proud of. Anyway, that was my pattern. I just began to invent myself early in life, and went out and did something about it.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's why she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes, broken inside.

“Do you take pride in your hurt?” Samuel asked. “Does it make you seem large and tragic?” “I don't know.” “Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”

I had my eyes closed in the dark, I sighed a million sighs, I told a million lies, to myself, to myself.

Unhappy people do the oddest, most terrible things, just trying to keep despair at bay. All you have to do is accept them...go around them...take evasive action.

The heartbreaking necessity of lying about reality and the heartbreaking impossibilty of lying about it

Now they seemed to be in a contest over who could irritate her more, and she sometimes had to remind herself that teenagers had souls

Condemned to violence, arrested by pain. Inside the soul lies a man insane.

Kids who go to normal school are so teenagery, so angsty.

I probably lived more of a rock-star life when I was 15. I got in trouble a fair amount. I cared more about hanging out and skipping school than studying. Which I am not recommending teenagers do if they read this.