Quotes from Meg Cabot

Sometimes in life, you fall down holes you can't climb out of by yourself. That's what friends and family are for-to help. They can't help, however, unless you let them know you're down there.

I just got a fortune cookie that says Turn off your computer and read a book which is odd because I'm WRITING a book...on my computer!

You know what you sound like? A jealous girl friend. And how are things on Planet You Wish?

Emerson:bite me Whitne:you wish

My shoulders sagged. Really, is it too much to ask that I be able to come home from a long day of work and relax? Oh, no. I have to come home and read a bunch of letters written to the love of my life by his fiancée, who, if I am correct, had him killed a hundred and fifty years ago. Then, as if that is not bad enough, he wants me to explain the Vietnam War.

But it's there. Just because I haven't told anyone doesn't mean it isn't there, all the time, lurking in the back of my mind, like one those NSync songs you can't get out of your head.

Sorry, Bex, Jason said You don't have the recognizable facial characteristics - such as a huge chin, or a large amount of real estate between the eyes - that would merit the bestowing of a criminal mastermind nickname such as Lockjaw or Walleye. Whereas Crazytop here...well, just look at her. Atleast I can blow-dry my hair straight, I pointed out. Which is more than what I can say for your nose, Hawkface.

There are nice, funny, totally good-looking guys out there. You just have to know where to look…and apparently, where NOT to look.

Look, Mr. uh, Wulf I appreciate your trying to warn me about this, Ireally do. But there's no such thing as vampires. They're made-up. We writers made them up. I'm sorry we did such a good job that we made the whole world paranoid, but it's true. They're fictional. Blame Bram Stoker. He started it.

Escape from the realm of the dead is impossible. She's not dead. Not this time.

One of the many advantages of having a boyfriend who is half French is that his culinary repertoire extends beyond mac and cheese. Plus, there's the kissing.

Father Dom looked taken aback. Normal? he echoed. As in, who would ever want to be that ?

I felt as if the Milky Way, hovering above our heads like a celestial pitcher, had suddenly overturned, pouring suns and planets down my throat. Stars seemed to be shooting out of my finger and toes, the ends of my hair.

To achieve self actualization, do good things for other people that you would want to be done onto yourself

Lana looked at me like I'd just said I'd never watched Bring It On, or something.

Honey, You ain't a hundred dollar bill, not everyone is going to like you.

Jesse, who had not stirred the whole time from the spot he'd been standing, confident I could handle Cheryl myself, was grinning. It's every girl's dream to guy to go to prom with the guy she loves? he echoed, not just one, but both inky black eyebrows raised. Don't start with me, I said. I tried to hide my suddenly flaming cheeks by scraping away what was left of the cannolis, and replacing them with the contents of an upended bag of chocolate chip cookies. I have things to do.

Roses are red, violets are blue. You may not know it, but someone loves you.

I mean it. Like, people always talk about how God doesn't ever give you more than you can handle, but I'm telling you right now, I cannot handle this. This is just too much!

The first thing we did was change all the clocks so that her siblings thought it was bedtime, then put them to bed ignoring their plaintive protests that they were not tired. They wept themselves to sleep soon enough.

And you know what? Maybe Michael didn't write those notes. And maybe he doesn't think I'm the Josiest girl in school. But he thought I looked nice in my pink dress. And that's all that matters to me.

Smiles like that should be against the law. Considering what they do to a girl.

It's seemed more like a punishment than a reward most days…" he said, his tone one of bitter resignation. Then his gaze lifted to meet mine, and his voice changed. "…at least until I found you.

What the hell were you thinking? Sleepy demanded. Did Pamela Anderson die and leave an opening on the Baywatch rescue squad or something?