Quotes from Jacqueline Wilson

Yes indeed,' said Miss Gibson. 'I'm starting to be very glad my last girl flounced off!' I

Dad reads great fat books too, but they're not modern, they're all classics - Charles Dickens and Thomas Hardy. If we have a look at Dad's book we wonder what the Dickens they're on about and they seem very Hardy, but Dad likes them.

Oh poor Princess Emerald, you've been fated to be frozen all day,' said Dad, and he wrapped his arms round me.

It seemed so real it truly felt as if we were wrapped in rich furs, gliding over shiny white ice, with polar bears lumbering past, seals barking and waving their flippers, and penguins sliding comically on their tummies down the icy slopes into the black sea.

Do you want to be an actress too?' I wondered if she was mocking me. 'I don't know what I want to be,' I said. 'Well, what are you good at?' said Sarah.

It was my fault. We were all sitting squashed up on the sofa on Friday night watching Coronation Street, the second episode of the evening. Well, none of us were actually watching. Pixie was squatting on the arm of the sofa rubbing tomato sauce round her mouth, telling us over and over again that she was wearing lipstick like Mummy. My littlest sister, Pixie, could win the world record for repetition. She's three and talks all the time, though most of what she says is nonsense.

Dad bought us food from every single stall on the pier – lemon pancakes and doughnuts oozing jam and salty chips and fluffy candyfloss and 99 ice creams, just as he promised.

I stared at him. Maybe it had been hard for him being second best too.

It's not about racing. It's about having fun running. However fast or however slowly. You can start off at the pace you find easiest, Jade.

I'm not going to get married at all,' I said. 'It's too easy to pick the wrong person. I'm going to live all by myself and I'm going to eat all my favourite things every day and stay up as late as I like, and I shall read all day and write stories and draw pictures with no one bothering me or fussing or needing to be looked after.

Pixie herself was too little to tell a proper story. She just said a whole jumble of stuff: 'Pixie did dancing, then Pixie did singing, then Pixie ate lots and lots of ice cream,' droning on and on about herself. 'Pixie did telling stories and she was boring,' said Baxter unkindly.

Rose,' I said. Well. It was

Am I the worst person in the world??? I've just been so mean to my little stepsister and now she's blubbing away and no one will even tell me off, because I'm the poor, helpless cripple. Why do I have to be so mean?

I went round the side of the house, and stared at the garden in horror. The ivy had almost taken over. There were still flowers in the borders, but weeds rioted everywhere, choking all the blooms. The stream still trickled in spite of vast tangles of waterweed. I followed it to the end of the garden. The little Japanese house was lurid green with moss. I sat on the cold seat and shut my eyes tight.

because I was so shy about taking my clothes off.

I felt tears pricking inside my eyelids. Maybe I came first with Oliver

He squared up to me, hands on his hips. 'Who's telling me to get into bed? You can't boss me around. You're not my mum,' he shouted. He was only clowning around.

Dad wore a very smart suit, with a long black jacket and grey pinstripe trousers. He had a waistcoat too, black silk with gold embroidery. Dad never wore fancy clothes. It was hard work imagining him in anything but jeans or his suit for work, but it was his wedding after all and I wanted him to look wonderful. I

See my finger wet, see my finger dry, cut my throat if I tell a lie.

dynamic and dead sexy.

No, no, I'm the big sister fairy. I have to keep you in order.

My own father had sold me to a stranger.

I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa Claus

Selma dug her sharp elbow right into my ribs and then kicked me hard on the ankle under the table. I couldn't help giving a little squeal of pain.