Rachel Cohn
Rachel Cohn
Rachel Cohn is an American young adult fictionwriter. Her first book, Gingerbread, was published in 2002. Since then she has gone on to write many other successful YA and younger children's books, and has collaborated on three books with the author David Levithan...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth14 December 1968
CountryUnited States of America
infinite playlists knows
I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth." -Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
hopeless
All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that's maybe hopeless
demon tricky trusted
They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray.
cupcakes names illusion
True Love. I’m starting to suspect the concept is pure illusion, an insipid brand name manufactured by Hallmark and Disney.” — Cupcake
acquaintance
Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
males species
Males are the most incomprehensible species.
romance confusing want
Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it’s difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there’s nothing else you could ever want.
stills
Do you still Kill Gerbils?
geek sci-fi closets
I've always been sort of a closet sci-fi geek.
shots dear
So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you?
cities gone ambassadors
Nick and I could become goodwill ambassadors for the city now that the porno shops on 42nd Street are gone. Must make mental note to contact mayor.
signals given morse-code
I've given him more mixed signals than a dyslexic Morse code operator.
tunnels bridges marketing
Lou's such an old punk he was around when the Ramones were junkie hustlers first and musicians second, when punk meant something other than a mass-marketing concept designed to help the bridge-and-tunnel crowd feel cool.
oxygen people police
Wow. I feel like in this riot of people, I have been kicked in the stomach, but by the giddy police. Forget about the need for oxygen. My mouth wants to go back to the place it just left.