Quotes from Jennifer Echols

He looked over at me. "Indigo," he said. "Cyan". He glanced at the road in front of him, glanced at me. He reached over and ran his fingers down one of the darkest strands in the back, where I'd used a little purple. "Violet.

No. I just don't want to be a detective. They figure out what happened after the fact, when it's too late. I want to prevent it from happening.

Your confidence in me is heartwarming. Makes me want to return all the money I stole from the little old ladies and kick the heroin.

I turned to the clarinets. They were a resourceful lot.

When something awful happens, sometimes people get stuck.

You had a bet. You couldn't lose a bet. If you had a choice between me and winning, you'll choose winning every time. It's still true.

That is the way convince people. Or change them and prevent them from hurting whether themselves and others. Art is the most effective form of communication. You can use it to lift the human spirit and make them understand that there is more to life than their next drug use.

I gave my dad a thumbs-up. He stared at me. My mom turned to him in the car, asking him, What? What is it? He kept staring at me. My brown hair was an even bigger shock for him than I'd expected. I smiled and waved at him and mouthed, "Welcome home." He put his hand to his eyes. He knew I was finally cured.

My mistake was assuming that when I got to college, people would not be such assholes.

But when I was a little girl, my mom always told me to be nice to everybody, no matter what they looked like or how they treated me, because I never knew who might be an angel God had sent to Earth in disguise.

Boys are two years behind girls in maturity level.

Her dad turned to me. "You. Follow Me." "Woof," I said.

Most people did not think dirty thoughts at a time like this. Only me.

His boots crunched behind me. "And stop following me!" I yelled over my shoulder. "I'm not following you.Stop walking in front of me.

Let's go," I said. "Go where?" "On Lori's date with Parker." Now he looked at me over the nerdy spectacles he wore for reading. "I wasn't aware it was a double date. And you're not my type.

And you're beautiful. You'd have to work pretty hard to mess that up.

Art is the most effective form of communication.

Think like a middle-aged man with OCD, a dead wife, and a teenage daughter. Think like a woman with three teenage sons who once ran a golf cart into the side of their granddad's house." "Cameron and Sean shouldn't have let me drive," Adam said in his own defense. "I was seven." "You shouldn't have ASKED to drive. You were seven.

I'm not stalking her," I insisted. "I'm making sure she's safe. Besides, how could you stalk Lori McGillicuddy? She'd see you and come out to your truck and say, "Hi, I'm Lori. Are you my stalker? It's so neat to meet you! While you're stuck here watching my every move, can I bring you anything? Sweet tea?

Nothing says "I love you" like a dead body

Stay away from her." "Okay." "Keep your hands off her." "I'll try." He scowled at me. "I will," I said.

Shut up. I'm drunk and I'm trying to confess, so just let me do it, okay?

He kissed the corner of my mouth, kissed my cheek, and growled in my ear, "Fireworks or what?

Nick might have enjoyed making out with me. He might even want to be with me. But more than anything, Nick wanted to win. And winning me over wasn't enough.