Quotes from Francine Pascal

She was glad that the bleak sky threatened rain and that the air was finally turning cold. All that warm sunshine seemed to demand perkiness and pastel-colored clothing.

My girls," she said smiling through her tears, "my beautiful twin girls.

I wouldn't be caught dead bowling! Jessica shouted as she pushed back her chair and rushed out of the room.

It had all happened in that moment, when he'd met her eyes and, like a mystic, seemed to see her past and future. Her past was haunting, marked by bottomless wounds, and the future was terrifying because it included him.

The way Carl's face lit up just then made Elizabeth realize that their brief encounter was probably one of the happiest moments of his life. How sad for him, she thought, her heart beginning to go out to this pitiable man.

What does guile mean?" "Deceit, duplicity, dishonesty

What is with those Wakefield women that makes them think they're better than everybody?' Ken asked.

Humiliation, by the way, is a truly terrible emotion. It's at the bottom of the pile.

Physically she was like a swan among more humble fowl – tall, willowy, and exceptionally pretty with fair skin and golden hair, whereas the Chardins were plain and dark, stocky and short.

She would be all out of breath and apologize fervently for being late, as though her lateness depended on such a rare and extenuating matrix of once-in-a-lifetime circumstances that it could never possibly happen again. And the next time she would be just as late.

Everybody wants to be a cheerleader." It seemed perfectly logical

The cheerleaders at Sweet Valley High were the cream of the crop—the prettiest, most sought-after

herself to his side. He couldn't believe it. She was really his for the taking.

They included Robin Wilson, the current Miss Sweet Valley High; Helen Bradley, a stunning redhead; Jean West, a pixie brunette; and Maria Santelli, who could do back flips that took everyone's breath away.

It would take just a little more to drink and just a little more time.

when she first realized that Robin had a pretty face. Now, as the weight fell away, that face was becoming more than just pretty.

It's not just that I'm a horny seventeen year old male and she's a beautiful girl, although I don't necessarily expect you to believe me.

And underneath, Robin Wilson is a deranged freak! Why she doesn't like any of us after all we did for her, I'll never know. But it's the mark of a sick person.

He walked across the room to the kitchen and took a box of frozen pancakes out of the refrigerator. They'd thawed somewhat, having spent the night on the bottom shelf instead of in the freezer compartment. It made no difference to Carl, though. He slapped the entire contents of the box into a pan on his hot plate.

And her mother had only made it worse by filling up every spare minute with her own job and part-time night school.

They were paperbacks, the kind that were readily available from the hospital gift shop. Carl hadn't chosen his selections carefully. One dealt with the strategy of investing, one was a book on raising farm animals, and the third was a collection of bedtime stories for children. She had no use for any of them but didn't want to hurt Carl's feelings. Thank you very much, she told him. I'm sure I'll enjoy these.

Dr. Edwards's hands were cupping her face, forcing her to look up.

She probably missed the Morrows' party on my account, waiting around the house for me to show up, Elizabeth thought, heaving a deep sigh.

But to have had to wear that yucky candy striper's uniform all that time. Jessica pinched her nose with her fingers.