Quotes from Shannon Stacey

You've always been independent. And stubborn about it. You were only four years old when you told me you didn't need me to tuck you in anymore and you could do it yourself. I could never make you understand it wasn't whether or not you could do it. It was about sharing those last few minutes of your day with you. You have a way of not letting people in." (Kindle Locations 2492-2495)

want loud and messy and crazy. I want crayons on the wall and bicycles in the driveway and playing ball in the backyard. I want to teach my kids to read and climb trees and drive a standard. I want noise and laughter and yelling and the kind of love that can't ever be broken.

You want me to do what?" Joe stretched out on the battered leather couch in his office and tried not to laugh at the tone of horrified shock in his agent's voice. "Dinner date. Reporter from Spotlight Magazine. You heard right." "Did that Deschanel bitch kidnap one of the kids? Threaten your mother? I know people, Joe. I can take care of this for you.

What if I hate it?" "As long as you've given it a fair shot, then we'll talk about it and figure it out." "If it really, really sucked, I could move back and live with Dad." "Yeah, you could. Though I'd like to think living with me wouldn't really, really, suck." "I've never moved out of Whitford, either. What if I hate Brookline?" "You sure as hell can't go live with Dean.

When family really needed you, nothing else mattered.

Get that Property Of Whitford Public Library stamp and stamp it right on his forehead. Then cross out the library's name and write yours

Cross my heart and get no pie.

Nobody has the power to hurt you more than the person who loves you the most.

The women in this town are going to be so disappointed you're off the market." "There are other women in this town besides you?

Beth was laughing at his story when Bobby ran up to her. She lifted her plate out of harm's way and smiled at Kevin over his nephew's head as the boy put a hand on either side of her waist. "Hey, cuz!" Bobby yelled at her stomach. "What does a snowman eat for breakfast? Snowflakes!

If you don't want to keep him, then pretend he's a book. Enjoy him for two weeks, then return him

I was working up the courage to knock." "I don't look that bad in the morning." "It's pretty early. I wasn't sure you'd be up.

She kissed the top of his head and stroked his back. "If, a year from now, you were stuck on the tracks and a train was coming, what would you regret? Not taking a road trip to the Grand Canyon? Or not spending that year with Emma?" He gave a short laugh. "Trust me, Emma is the train." "That's love, honey." She squeezed a little harder and he felt some of the crappiness he'd been feeling slip away.

There wasn't an official rule book that he knew of, but he was pretty sure a guy didn't bend his best damn friend over the kitchen table.

Elizabeth Sarah Kowalski!" "Whoa," Evan said in a low voice. "How bad does a word have to be to get you middle-named during dirty Scrabble?

I'm a big fan of s'mores. Especially without the marshmallow and graham crackers.

discombobulated.

I want to kiss you because it's the only damn thing I can think about. Every time I see you, I think about kissing you. Every time somebody says your name, I think about kissing you. Every single night when my head hits the pillow and I close my eyes, I think about kissing you.

And a six-week cap on the relationship was perfect. He could enjoy the getting-to-know-you sex and the know-you-well-enough-to-push-the-right-buttons sex, but be gone before the I'm-falling-in-love-with-you-Mitch sex.

but kids get past things pretty quickly and none of them seem to care anymore.

When it comes to expressing emotions," Gullotti said, "you're kind of like...a stone wall. There are some cracks and gaps here and there, but mostly it's just rock.

even when she wasn't

If you're looking for sympathy, it's between shit and syphilis in the dictionary." "Sure

There was no way I could forget, since I've done nothing but think about it since I got out of your car last night. I thought about kissing you for the rest of the night. I dreamed about it. And kissing you was the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes this morning.