Quotes from Jody Gehrman

From what I've seen, a girl's got to behave like a mental midget before she'll get any action in this town. If resisting that makes me a freak, so be it. I may die with my hymen intact, but at least I'll have my dignity" ~ Confessions of a Triple Shot Betty

La-di-dah, just out for a little spin, don't mind me.

He's an intricate, mesmerizing puzzle; I only succeeded at putting the pieces together because for once in my life I observed. I stopped talking long enough to listen - really listen - not just to what's said, but also to everything that goes unspoken.

Guys do have a language, and it does express emotion with startling clarity and nuance. The idea that they don't express their feelings is as absurd as traveling to a foreign country and claiming the natives can't speak simply because you don't understand what they're saying.

I hope the people I hurt can see past the prank to the very real respect and affection I feel for them. If not, I may have to take my own advice, buy myself some cute shoes and march on. I hope that's not how it ends, though. I hope this boy-meets-girl-pretending-to-be-boy story has a happy ending, one with less bitter and more sweet.

Yeah, I usually breathe. It comes sort of naturally to me. If I forget, asphyxiation's a handy reminder.

You think you've disappeared, and then someone comes along and says, 'I see you. I want you.'" "Yes," I whisper, glad she understands. "It's crack," she says, smiling. "Pure fucking crack.

Come on Geena. Dude's slippery as hell. He could talk his way out of a blow job in the Oval Office.

Something occurs to me. "Have you ever tried writing something from Astrid's point of view?

Las chicas deberían ser sólo quienes son, sabes. ¿Es demasiado pedir?

I guess since he keeps on kissing me I'm not a total failure at it; he's never pulled away in horror or gagged or anything. But then, aren't guys so perpetually sex-starved that making out with a slab of tuna would still be better than getting no action at all?

The past tense is forensic. It's all about blame. The present tense is demonstrative. It's all about values.

The past tense is forensic. It's all about blame. The present tense is demonstrative. It's all about values." I put on his thick German accent to make her laugh. "'But the future tense—that's where the real magic happens. The future tense is deliberative.

The changes we swear to fight off with savage claws in our twenties end up creeping over us like a rising tide in our thirties.

It's like going into the ring against Ali when all I've done to train is eat doughnuts and binge-watch Rocky.

Every now and then, though, it feels like we're trying to rekindle our neglected friendships with an old ritual that's lost its sparkle.

Bitter, cold, barren. These are words thrown at women without children. Like we're a Montana winter. Either we're to be pitied or we're to be blamed, depending on how much choice we had in the matter.

Maybe that's another thing you learn, as you get older—the value of people who know your secrets, who understand not just your present-tense persona but the younger, more reckless, more innocent version of who you used to be.

It's a scene I've fantasized about for years. Yet, now that it's happening, a part of me sits in the audience, watching the actors say their lines, analyzing the blocking. I can't tell if this is a defense mechanism or my intuition warning me to beware.

That's the problem with secrets. They buzz around inside the keeper like a hive of bees. Before long, somebody pokes it and the secrets swarm out, vexed and ready to sting.

Em knows how to nurse a grudge. She doesn't act out, doesn't yell or cry or throw things. She just quietly removes you from the circle of people she trusts. Once you cross that line with Em, there's no going back.

It's one of the perks of aging, I suppose—an eagerness to release the baggage that doesn't serve you. I know this goes against common wisdom; our therapy-obsessed culture seems to think old wounds must be reopened before they can heal. I'm not sure I agree.

Por qué las chicas nos obsesionamos tanto con nuestra apariencia? Es como si realmente creyéramos que lograr mantener nuestro pelo y maquillaje perfectos hará toda la diferencia. Como si cualquier hombre digno de nuestro tiempo dejaría de ver nuestra belleza debido a un clip de diamantes de imitación arreglado en un ángulo torcido.

Summer estaba en lo cierto, después de todo: sería una increíble Titania. Si lo consigue ella, ¿a mí qué? Podría ser un Duende mejor, y eso podría ser más divertido de todos modos. Parezco una malvada andrógina ahora, con mi cabello corto. Probablemente sería un estupendo Duende, en realidad, ahora que lo pienso. ¿Quién dice que tengo que ser la Reina de las Hadas?