Quotes from Carrie Jones

Sometimes there are things that people should be afraid of." "Like the dark?" She shook her head. "No, more the absence of light.

She is really nice and everything, but totally not made of awesome the way Issie is.

Reality isn't round, it's flat. There are edges where you can fall off and this October when I moved to Maine, I fell off one.

Then he smiles at me and my heart starts beating harder, which I'm ashamed to admit, but it's true. Hearts betray you like that. This is why it's perfectly acceptable to be cardiophobic, afraid of hearts.

That Nick is a nice boy." I eyed her. "He doesn't like me." "Really? Are you trying to convince yourself or me? Because I found him pressing a bandage to your head while you were passed out drooling on the couch.

Do you like me? You know, like me like me?" I cringe the moment I ask and cover my face with my hands. The smell of blood and trail dirt wafts into my nose. Something sinks inside me. What is it? Oh, I know, any dignity I could possibly have left.

I stare up at Nick. "You're late." .... "I had things to take care of," he says, all growly, looking away from me and staring Ian down. They do the whole I'm alpha - No, I'm alpha thing, with the staring and pulling the shoulders back and posturing. Devyn whispers to Issie, loud enough for us to hear. "They're so sad sometimes." She whispers back, "I know.

He likes you, Zara. He took care of you. That's what men do when they take a shine to you.

I am not a good fighter," I try to explain again, fingering the edge of my shirt. "I mean, I am really bad at fighting, not as bad as my friend Issie, who is possibly the least fightery person in the world. I mean, I'm getting better, but still... I mean-- oh I'm sorry. I'm babbling.

She bonks her head so hard with her hand i want to get her an ice pack

I give a little wave back because it's more mature then giving him the finger.

I hang up. Actually, I smash the phone down because I take my anger out on inanimate objects. Which is better than taking it out on people, right?

It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.

Mrs Nix smacks herself in the head again. If she keeps that up she'll bruise

Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?

You were going to sacrifice yourself to save everyone else?" I cringed. "Then I wimped out.

What?" "That's sweet." I am sweet. My heart flip-flops and I bite my lip a little bit. Sweet as in a lollipop, or sweet as in a girl you wold like to kiss passionately in the stacks? That's the question.

That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..

Sometimes that whys aren't knowable, so you just have to ignore the whys, and just focus on what is and move on.

You have to be able to catch someone to arrest them.

Maybe," he says slowly, as if each word is an effort, "she took advantage of me.

Attention, people talking about me: I. Am. Right. Here.

Sometimes the monsters are not monsters, she says. I know. I nod. And sometimes the monsters are within us all, even in those we think are most good.

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is—she's a hero.