Quotes from Francine Pascal

Cara didn't bother to respond. She knew Jessica was like the Royal Canadian Mounted Police—she always got her man.

His eyes narrowed with scorn. "I know a lot of things about you I didn't know before, Enid. I know, for instance, that you're not as pure as you'd like me to believe.

The air had that heightened energy, that guilty pleasure of tragedy.

She felt obligated to remain dysfunctional and sullen for at least another hour.

Only something we all know but don't always remember—'Know yourself.' And don't try to be anyone else." "OK!

a relationship that wasn't built on honesty and trust wasn't any kind of relationship at all.

Dana was lead singer for The Droids, Sweet Valley High's answer to the Rolling Stones. They had a reputation for being pretty wild, but most of it was just conjecture. Not many outsiders knew what went on in the smoky confines of Max Dellon's basement, where they held their practice sessions.

Enid was a terrific person, Elizabeth thought, and absolutely not a nerd, no matter what Jessica said. With her shoulder-length brown hair and large green eyes, she was really pretty.

Regina didn't answer, and that made Jessica fume. What's wrong with this girl? she wondered. Why is she treating me like dirty dishwater? Then she began to piece it together. The stumble, the lack of response to Jessica—It was only natural to conclude that the Morrow girl was drunk. Say, Regina, Jessica called. She took a few steps toward her and tapped her on the shoulder. Where are you hiding the booze?

Regina seemed so good-natured about her handicap that Jessica could hardly believe it. Then a horrible thought entered her mind. Is Nicholas deaf, too? she asked.

Both girls were spectacular, with the all-American good looks that made them the envy of every other girl in Sweet Valley. They were a perfectly proportioned five-foot-six, with silken, sun-streaked hair that fell to their shoulders. Their sparkling blue-green eyes were the color of the Pacific Ocean.

And something tells me that the week ahead won't be easy, either.

Heather was paralyzed. Anger told her to get between them and make trouble, Pride told her to run away. Hurt told her to cry. Cunning told her to make Sam feel as guilty and small as possible. She waited to hear what Intelligence had to say. It never spoke first, but its advice was usually worth waiting for.

The van. The man. He was driving her somewhere. But where? To her death? To an unspeakable horror that was too painful even to think about?

my best friend's problems, but I can't

don't make the mistake of selling yourself short. There'll be people enough out there who will do that for you at some point. If you're not willing to champion yourself, you're ten paces back from the very start!

Elizabeth walked past just as Mrs. Ferguson, pulling down her wide-brimmed hat, announced that teenagers today were the most inconsiderate creatures she had ever seen. 'I'm afraid I have to agree with you,' Elizabeth had heard her twin say mournfully, clearly distinguishing herself from the inconsiderate teenagers milling all around them.

Oh, I'm sure he won't be for long

But Robin ...well, she's OK. We really don't have much in common, though. I get nervous around people who eat all the time.

But I have a feeling Regina Morrow may be in for big trouble!

Good thing you lost those two pounds, Jess," she told herself. "Dan wouldn't want to put his arms around a blimpo.

And I'll do whatever is necessary to clear his name.

Her beloved twin sister was dead - murdered!

they still watched their diets carefully. Slim, five foot six, the sisters were both beautiful: shoulder-length, sun-streaked blond hair, flashing blue-green eyes, and perfect skin. Elizabeth was four minutes older, but they were identical right down to the tiny dimple each had in her left cheek. Although they wore the same size clothes, they never dressed alike, except for identical lavalieres that they wore on gold chains around their necks.