Quotes from Meg Cabot

It was around then that the phone rang. It was my friend Cee Cee, wanting to know if I cared to join her and Adam McTavish at the Coffee Clutch to drink iced tea and talk bad about everyone we know.

And generally, when people say good night, they keep their tongues to themselves.

Communication goes two ways. Somebody has to talk. And somebody has to listen.

However much they're paying teachers these days, it is not enough. Middle-schoolers are animals.

he'd know that I think that . . . well, that bending an enemy's will through military force is the absolute last way a nation ought to go about solving their problems.

In order for people to be happy, sometimes they have to take risks. It's true these risks can put them in danger of being hurt.

Wow," he said, his voice as sarcastic as before. "I had no idea I was related to such an accomplished detective. Is that where you were the past couple of days? Doing undercover work? Tell me, Detective Oliviera, what else did you and your CSI team learn during your amazing investigation?" "She learned," Mr. Liu said, taking a menacing step forward, "that boys who smart off to ladies often get slapped.

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

Oh my God. I thought I was going to have an aneurysm right there in line. Your hair smells really good? Your hair smells really good? Who did he think he was? James Bond? You don't tell someone their hair smells good. Not in a mall.

What was I thinking, anyway? It would never work out between the two of us. I mean, I'm a mediator. His dad's a vampire. His uncle's a killer. What if we got married? Think how our kids would turn out...

You are a princess. And princesses do not run away when things become difficult. They throw their shoulders back and they face what disaster awaits them head on. Bravely, and without complaint.

As if I would EVER give birth. I suppose a well-mannered little six-year-old would be all right, but they simply don't COME that way. You have to TRAIN them. Too tiresome. I can understand your anguish.

Sister Ernestine said something very nasty about how maybe Miss Simon didn't realize how unpleasant detention at the Mission Academy could be. I assured Sister Ernestine that if she was threatening corporal punishment, I would tell my mother, who was a local news anchor-woman and would be over here with a TV camera so fast, nobody would have time to say so much as a single Hail Mary. Sister Ernestine was pretty quiet after that.

Heroes are the people who carry on despite their fear, because they know the job's got to get done and they're the only ones left to do it

It's just that the times I'm wrong don't register in your memory with as much clarity as the times I'm right.

I was too emotional to say anything. I was experiencing many "feels" as the kids on Tumblr—my computer-savvy friend CeeCee has told me about it—often say.

Friend Tim shakes hands with Perfect Specimen of Mankind. Will never wash right hand again.

I whirled around. "It wasn't just a kiss," I said. I was getting really mad. "Maybe that's how you wanted it to look, like it was just a kiss. But you and I both know what it really was: A media event. And one that you've been planning since you saw me in the Post. Well, thank you, Josh, but I can get my own publicity. I don't need you.

Write this letter or we'll put you in a home, grandma.

In everyday life, we're given a choice. Do the right thing, do nothing, or do the wrong thing. All too often, people choose to do nothing. And that's all right. It's easier. Sometimes it's difficult to know what's right and what's wrong. But every so often, a few people choose to go out of their way to do the right thing

The good thing about being in one's midtwenties is that you know nothing bad is going to happen if you don't return people's texts and voice mails

Of course, I didn't know how I felt about my first kiss coming from one of the undead, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, and let me tell you something, Jesse was way cuter than any live guy I'd met lately.

You gazed into my eyes, what could I do but linger? I ran my hand through your hair, and a cootie bit my finger.

And I like a good horror story as much as the next person so long as they kill off some men too and not just girls. But the voices Joan heard were real. There's clear and substantiated proof they were real.