Quotes from Meg Cabot

We can go in like we were invited. Too bad we didn't bring that bottle of sparkling wine. It would have been a nice hostess gift, to throw them off. Jesse pulled into a space as close as he could get to the house, though we were still going to be soaked as we made our way in. That's one of the many things I love about you, Susannah, he said. You're always so polite to the parents of the kids you've unintentionally set up to be murdered. It's just the way I was raised.

Survivor: Lilly: A sickening attempt by the media to draw viewers by pandering to the lowest common denominator and appealing to the public's enjoyment of watching others being exploited and humiliated. 0/10 Mia: Yeah. And who wants to watch people eat bugs? Ew!!!! 0/10

Para pembunuh tidak sepintar itu. Mereka, pada kenyataannya orang-orang yang sangat bodoh. Itu sebabnya mereka membunuh: Kecerdasan mereka begitu terbatas, sehingga mereka tidak bisa melihat jalan keluar yang lain.

If you think i'm letting little red riding hood go into the big bad woods of the east village by herself, you're nuts.'He took hold of my arm and swung me around. 'For one thing, I still owe you eternal servitude for saving my life, remember? And for another, the subway station's that way, stupid.Let's go.

I wanted to know how he'd figured out I was at the hotel and not back at the paper helping CeeCee write her story, like I'd said I'd be, and he said it hadn't been hard: he just remembered that CeeCee was a straight-A student who surely wouldn't need my help writing anything, and turned his car around.

We'd be the Joystick Order. Out motto would be High Score for One, Pizza for All.

Each caress leaving my nerve endings feeling as tingly as if they'd just been kissed by a shooting star, landing on my skin and leaving it as glistening as a newly formed galaxy.

If there are three words in the English language worse than Got a minute? they can only be About last night...

I cannot believe that Muffy just called the First Amendment fiddle-faddle. Fiddle Faddle is a delicious candy-coated popcorn snack food. It has nothing to do with the Bill of Rights.

Maybe that's my secret talent. I have the amazing ability to resemble a snowdrop. My parents must be so proud.

All those guys on the wrestling team, though - they scare me. And they're so homophobic... well, you can't help wondering about their sexual orientation, I mean they all think I'm gay, but you wouldn't catch me in a pair of tights grabbing some other guys inner thigh.

Don't ever let them tell you that you're too stupid to do something. I'm not saying it's going to be easy for you. Maybe you're going to have to work for it a little harder than other people, which I know isn't fair. But that doesn't mean you should just give up.

I know they have palm trees in Southern California. I mean I'm not a complete moron, I've watched 90210, and everything.

Honestly, what good is owning a castle if the person you love doesn't want to share it with you?

I swear to God someday I am going to tie that Scandinavian to my bed and do unspeakable things to him. I know it's been a while since you've had a date, but please keep in mind that Lars has been my bodyguard since I was 14 years old, so I think of him as an older brother. I'm pretty sure you do unspeakable things to MY older brother on a pretty regular basis.

I know your first impulse is going to be to send the bracelet back, but why? That undead cholo boyfriend of yours can't afford to get you anything nice for Valentine's Day, so just pretend it's from him. It can be our little secret, like the other little secrets we have from him ;-) Love always, Paul

But do I want his tongue on my mouth?

Mia Thermopolis, 1005 Thompson Street, #4A

The only one I missed was the one about what to say to a man when he tells you he loves you. It turns out you aren't supposed to say thank you. Not, of course, that this will ever happen to me. But Grandmere says I might be surprised someday. I wish!

Dirty dishwater is better than none.

vocal exercises, or vocalastics, as she called it, which involved singing the words Me, May, Ma, Mo, Moooo-oooo-oooo-ooo over and over again in ever-ascending pitches

One. Two. Three. Blink.

My prom life is over. And so, I am afraid, is my life.

Sing from the diaphragm, Princess," was what Madame Puissant kept yelling. "No breathing from the chest. From the DIAPHRAGM! No chest voice! SING FROM THE DIAPHRAGM! LIFT!!! LIFT!!!!