She hadn’t slain the dragon. Not at all. She hoped no one ever would.
It’s so much easier to walk away than it is to have to explain to someone that you never want to see them again.
You know what you sound like? A jealous girl friend. And how are things on Planet You Wish?
I didn’t even think about suggesting he take the boots off. There’d probably be a apocalypse or something.
I swear, sometimes I am convinced my life is just a series of sketches for America’s Funniest Home Videos, minus all that pants-dropping business. Except my life really isn’t all that funny if you think about it.
So take my advice: whatever you do? Don’t blink.
Was it frisson when you saw a guy smile and it made your heart act all weird?
I know. I seriously need to just give up men entirely. I wonder if Episcopalians can enter convents?
Hormones are very powerful things. We are helpless in their wake.
Have you tried this shrimp? It’s freaking amazing. Would you get away from me? I hate you. You’re so moody. Just because I kidnapped you and tried to force you to be my girlfriend. I thought you would be over that by now.
Michael has never cried during a Broadway show. Except in that scene where Tarzan’s ape father is brutally murdered. And that was only because he was laughing so hard.
And I like a good horror story as much as the next person so long as they kill off some men too and not just girls. But the voices Joan heard were real. There’s clear and substantiated proof they were real.
What’s the point? was my attitude. We’re all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.
Oh, that’s just great. I come all the way back here, risking major brain cell burnout, and you don’t even believe me? I’m basically guaranteeing myself a lifetime of heartbreak, and all you have to say is that you think I’m not right in the head?
There’s no accountability anymore, Pierce, no one holds anyone accountable for what they do. It’s always someone else’s fault. Usually people just blame the victim.
Check yourself before you wreck yourself.
Sometimes I just want to write a really intense love scene. But I can’t do that in my books for teens, or parents will complain – believe me, I’ve tried.
You’ll blow up a helicopter, but you won’t go out with me? What is wrong with you?
I don’t give books as gifts. Books are extremely personal, and I would hate to give someone a book that they don’t like or want, because it would break my heart if they didn’t read it.
Even though I loved to write, I never liked English lit. class very much. I think it ruins books when you dissect them too much. I liked my art classes best.