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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 93e1bee | How do I know Michael hasn't met some other girl? Some Floridian girl, with long,sun-streaked hair, and a tan,and breasts? Who has access to the Internet and isn't cooped up in a palace with her crazy grandma,a homeless,Speedo-wearing prince and a freakish,hairless miniature poodle? | Meg Cabot | ||
| 3f8ee93 | I once saw her throw a Juicy Fruit wrapper on the ground in Central Park. She doesn't even feel guilty about littering. | Meg Cabot | ||
| ab27265 | There was, I believe," he said finally, when his search came up negative, "a young woman. At one time." Aha. I pictured Audrey Hepburn for some reason. You know, in that movie that's always on, the one where she played a nun. Maybe Father Dom and his one true love had met in priest and nun school! Maybe their love had been forbidden like in the movie! "Did you know her before you took your, um, orders, or whatever they're called?" I asked, .. | Meg Cabot | ||
| e54c11f | One of her best paintings, Woman Enjoying a Quick Snack at Starbucks, is hanging in their dining room. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 805c073 | The thing about secrets, though, is that they get out. And trust me, if you've got a secret, eventually, it's going to get out. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 7f41c3a | But mom's been depressed ever since her last boyfriend turned out to be a Republican. | the-princess-diaries | Meg Cabot | |
| b8a210d | Her name is Feather. Feather is apparently very famous for choreographing several hit Broadway shows. She also must be pretty hard up for cash if she'd agree to choreograph a snoozer like Braid! But whatever. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 0371c94 | There really was no advantage, that I could see, in having brothers: they chewed with their mouths open, and ate every single Poppin' Fresh roll before I'd even had one. | food | Meg Cabot | |
| 41d3182 | When in doubt, I always say, wear black. You can never go wrong with black. | clothes | Meg Cabot | |
| 28fe524 | Father Dominic, however is a way better mediator than I am. Well, maybe not better. But different, certainly. See, he really feels that ghosts are best handled with gentle guidance and earnest advice-same as the living. I'm more in favor of a sort of get-to-the-point approach that tends to involve my fists. | father-dominic reunion susannah-simon suze-simon the-mediator | Meg Cabot | |
| d74c093 | I am going to start with the sock drawer because that is clearly the most important. You can't really concentrate on anything if your socks aren't right. | Meg Cabot | ||
| c1ba0ba | On the elevator there was a man whose job it is just to work the elevator. He rides in it up and down all day, so the rich people don't have to tire themselves out, pushing all the buttons. I bet he gets carsick. I looked around, but I didn't see any throw-up. They probably take the bucket away when no one is looking. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 6e3d55b | I'm going to fall in love with someone else just as soon as I can. I swear. But in the meantime, is it so wrong that I enjoy his company? | Meg Cabot | ||
| d48630d | I understand you love him and UR down/ But that don't mean you gotta be his clown. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 1272214 | I opened the door and went inside, calling "I'm home!" Except that I wasn't, really. Because home meant something else to me now, and had for quite awhile. And he didn't live there anymore." | love | Meg Cabot | |
| 6399d56 | It's only until Mrs. Friedlander gets better And when is THAT going to be? Earth to Mel. Come in, Mel. The woman is in a COMA. Okay? She is COMATOSE. I think some alternative arrangements for the woman's pets need to be made. You are a DOORMAT. A COMATOSE woman is using you as a DOORMAT. The woman has to have some relatives, Mel. FIND THEM. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 3606a82 | Okay, I don't know if any of you have ever lost consciousness before, so let me just say here real quickly: Don't do it. Really. If you can avoid situations in which you might lose consciousness, please do so. Whatever you do, do not pass out. Trust me. It is not fun. It is not fun at all. Unless, of course, you're guaranteed to wake up having mouth-to-mouth performed on you by a totally hot California lifeguard. Then I say go for it. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 8aa5a7c | Lilly asked me if i had to choose between Harrison Ford or George Clooney who would it be, and I said Harrison Ford even though he's so old, but the Harrison Ford from Indiana Jones, not Star Wars, and then Lilly said she'd choose Harrison Ford as Jack Ryan in those Tom Clancy movies, and then Michael goes, Who would you choose, Harrison Ford or Leonardo di Caprio? and we both chose Harrison Ford because Leonardo is so passe, | Meg Cabot | ||
| fc75aa9 | I really wished he would go away. Plus a bunch of his computer nerd friends were standing there, staring at me like I was some new kind of pixel or something. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 3d90222 | What kind of name is Paolo, anyway? I mean, this is America, for Pete's sake! YOUR NAME IS PAUL!!! | Meg Cabot | ||
| 1310f26 | Okay, big guy," I said, after taking in the view for a minute or two and listening to the soothing pulse of the waves. "Go put on your swim trunks. We're hitting the pool. It's too nice out to stay inside." Jack, as usual, looked as if I'd pinched him rather than suggested a fun day at the pool. "But ?" he cried. "You know I can't swim." "Which is exactly," I said, "why we're going. You're eight years old today. An eight-year-old who can't.. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 5bdc1b6 | We can go in like we were invited. Too bad we didn't bring that bottle of sparkling wine. It would have been a nice hostess gift, to throw them off." Jesse pulled into a space as close as he could get to the house, though we were still going to be soaked as we made our way in. "That's one of the many things I love about you, Susannah," he said. "You're always so polite to the parents of the kids you've unintentionally set up to be murdered... | Meg Cabot | ||
| d4b0a2a | I wasn't about to admit to him that I'd never had a boyfriend. You just don't go around saying things like that to totally hot guys, even if they're dead. | dead humor | Meg Cabot | |
| cdc877d | Thrust into this dingy classroom we die like lampless moths locked into the desolation of fluorescent lights and metal desks. Ten minutes until the bell rings. What use is the quadratic formula in our daily lives? Can we use it to unlock the secrets in the hearts of those we love? Five minutes until the bell rings. Cruel Algebra teacher, won't you let us go? | Meg Cabot | ||
| c6bc4c4 | Whatever it is, I cannot seem to pull off something as simple as dinner between the two of us. As you know, my first attempt ended with us eating pizza standing up (and her paying for her own slice). My second attempt was even worse: We spent most of the evening in an animal hospital. And then I very suavely added insult to injury by sexually harassing her on Max Friedlander's aunt's couch. She fled, in romance-novel vernacular, like a star.. | Meg Cabot | ||
| 8e1dca9 | LJS: rrr! K? lol! JIM: :( ! :) | Lane Smith | ||
| 7421f5e | The memories that went with the house--the sense of unfairness and failure, the patched hole in the kitchen wall--were too raw. Frank felt as though he had been tricked out of his entire life and the best part of that life had been lived at 51 Smith Lane, | Stephen King | ||
| c0e5b34 | Music was strange that way though; there were people into any damned thing, it seemed like, and if you got enough of them together in one bar, she guessed, you could have a pretty good time. | William Gibson | ||
| ece7473 | And waking, once again, face smudged into Andrea's couch, the red quilt humped around her shoulders, smelling coffee, while Andrea hummed some Tokyo pop song to herself in the next room, dressing, in a gray morning of Paris rain. | coffee marly-krushkova | William Gibson | |
| 97854fb | the windows of army surplus stores constituted hymns to male powerlessness. | masculinity | William Gibson | |
| ab47fac | His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. | William Gibson | ||
| 9a017f3 | The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. "It's not like I'm using," Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. "It's like my body's developed this massive drug defi- | William Gibson - Neuromancer | ||
| 5d96345 | Ja!, en este punto estaria sorprendido de lo que podria ser una sorpresa. | Rainbow Rowell | ||
| 900edce | There was also the matter of four dead Americans at the U.S. compound in Benghazi, Libya: Ambassador Chris Stevens, the first U.S. ambassador killed on duty since the Carter years; foreign service officer Sean Smith; and retired Navy SEALs Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty. The September 11, 2012, attack on the Benghazi compound was coordinated and carried out by radical Islamic terrorists. Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta testified to the Sen.. | Ted Cruz | ||
| 67d5522 | you can't talk about death without celebrating life. How amid the devastation, many still manage to stay erect in a world that's slumping around them. How despite the bloodshed, some manage, heroically, not only to push on but also to push back. How in death there is love. | Alex Kotlowitz | ||
| 085ba64 | There are so many . . . who carry the violence, who keep moving forward enshrouded in its aftermath. Yet there doesn't seem to be any sense of urgency, especially among the rest of us. | Alex Kotlowitz | ||
| 61a2348 | The shooting doesn't end. Nor does the grinding poverty. Or the deeply rooted segregation. Or the easy availability of guns. Or the shuttered schools and boarded-up homes. Or the tensions between police and residents. And yet each shooting is unlike the last, every exposed and bruised life exposed and bruised in its own way. | Alex Kotlowitz | ||
| c554407 | I just needed to hear someone else say it. I do deserve better. | Jill Mansell | ||
| d94cbff | Once a Pot Noodler, always a Pot Noodler. | pot-noodles | Jill Mansell | |
| b043bb1 | What if everything she most dreaded was happening now? | Jill Mansell | ||
| 173a148 | Now she knew, and she couldn't un-know. Life would never be the same again. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 7c943b0 | Abbie wondered why she was even bothering to stay alive, when she was evidently so gullible and pathetic and pointless. The only thing that stopped her taking an overdose was, she couldn't be bothered. | Jill Mansell | ||
| 6c3031c | Ah, the old don't-need-a-man thing. I love that line. I mean it sounds great, and girls love to say that stuff because it makes them sound all strong and independent. But it's not actually true, is it? Deep down they're panicking, getting more and more desperate, and the next thing you know, they're hurling themselves into a new relationship. | Jill Mansell | ||
| f73973f | Having to pretend nothing was wrong, when everything was wrong, was excruciating. | Jill Mansell |