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.
Sometimes what you want is right in front of you. All you have to do is open your eyes and see it.
I’ve come to the conclusion that, aside from Nazis, the Taliban, and possibly the honey badger, there is no one on the planet more merciless than a teenage girl once she’s decided she dislikes you.
You can’t turn love on and off like a faucet.
It’s just that the times I’m wrong don’t register in your memory with as much clarity as the times I’m right.
If you really love someone, even if you can’t see where you’ll be or what you’ll be doing twenty years from now, you’d still want that person to be there.
Sleepy pulled the car to a stop in front of this paved entranceway, which was flanked on either side by these enormous palm trees, kind of like the Polynesian Resort at Disney World. In fact, the whole place had kind of a Disney feel to it. You know, really big, and kind of modern and fake.
I think we make our own luck. Our parents give us life, but what we do with that life is our own responsibility.
I needed another soda. I’d only had six since breakfast.
I lay there in my black slip dress and wondered if I ought to have worn pants. I mean, who knew what I was going to find up there? What if I had to do some climbing? People might see my underwear.
I wonder what it’s like to live in Tinaville. I get the feeling it’s very shiny there.
I mean it. Like, people always talk about how God doesn’t ever give you more than you can handle, but I’m telling you right now, I cannot handle this. This is just too much!
But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I’m a complete moron.
But if that was really true, why in the name of all that is holy would anyone have ever liked Nikki in the first place? I was becoming more and more convinced she was a cross between Heidi Montag and Hitler.
But I don’t care what Megan Fox or Jessica Biel say: There are definite advantages to being the hottest girl on the planet. Number one was that I got paid for it. A lot.
Honey, some boys stopped by to see you. They had wood.
What did that mean? Where could it go? He was a death diety. I was a high school senior.
You know in sixth grade, when they made all of us girls go into this other room and watch a video about getting our periods and stuff? I bet while we were gone, the boys were watching a video about how to look at each other in that infuriating way.
No. The answer was no, I was not all right. I nearly got knocked out. Knocked out by desire! Desire for forbidden dissimilar molecules.
It’s kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.
Lana looked at me like I’d just said I’d never watched Bring It On, or something.