Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

My body recognized him before my mind did. His arms beat against the water in a brutally efficient butterfly stroke. And his back muscles…

Zeg maar tegen haar dat ik de dochter van mijn moeder ben.

That's my girl!" Xander bellowed. "Woman," Max corrected. "That's my woman! In a completely not possessive and absolutely unpatriarchal kind of way!

The Rooney girl never even should have been there!" Sheffield exploded. "She was a criminal. Her parents? Criminals. Cousins, grandparents, aunts, and uncles? Criminals.

So take whatever time you need. Figure out how you feel. Figure out if Dean makes you feel the way I do, if he'll ever let you in, and if you want him to, because the next time my lips touch yours, the next time your hands are buried in my hair—the only person you're going to be thinking about is me.

Our minds have a way of tricking us into thinking we have two options when there are really seven.

I use knowing things about people as an excuse to keep them from knowing me.

Rebecca's been forbidden from seeing any of us." Xander grimaced. "Her mom said that the Hawthorne family takes and takes. She said that we don't play by any rules and don't care who we hurt. She blames our family for Toby's death." "And Emily's," Grayson added roughly.

Is it still a lie," Jameson asked loftily, "if you're masking what matters, but what you're saying is technically true?

If yes is no and once is never then how many sides does a triangle have? - Jameson Hawthorne

I can be careful," I said, somewhat disgruntled. "Bryn, when you were six years old, you tried to bungee jump off a jungle gym by connecting the straps of your overalls to the bars with your shoelaces.

Sometimes," he said, "when I'm in a social pickle, I like to ask myself, WWJAD?" I raised an eyebrow, and he explained. "What Would Jane Austen Do?

Most people thought that training animals was about obedience and control. But in reality, the center of any search and rescue training program was play. For the dog, searching was a game. Animals who had a strong play drive would keep playing indefinitely—through ice and snow, over hard terrain, for hours upon hours—until the game was won. Until they found their target.

No matter how sharp its edges, no knife could hold a candle to fang and claw.

It's not the things you can't find that haunt you. It's when you choose not to look.

How long has this place been bricked up?

Little grudge?" I repeated. The last time I'd been this close to Thea, she had admitted to setting me up to attend my debut in Texas society dressed like a dead girl. "You play mind games. And Rebecca almost got me killed!

Rage simmered in the pit of my stomach—rage that my deadbeat of a father would have dared to talk to the press, rage that someone had taped this article to the back of my locker door.

Funny thing about dying," Bales said, his voice contemplative. "You don't have much to lose.

How do you go out there, again and again, knowing what you're going to find?" "I tell myself that I don't find bodies," Mac replied evenly. "I find answers. I find lost ones, and I bring them home.

Adopting my haughtiest look, I leaned toward my sister and raised my warm nuts high.

Quite frankly, I thought that tools who lived in tool houses probably shouldn't throw stones.

is not your hero. He's your god.

you're not a player, kid. You're the glass ballerina—or the knife.