Quotes from Rachel Vail

I didn't care who kissed you first as long as I kissed you last.

I dont care who kissed you first as long as I kiss you last.

You planning top kill me with a Wiffle bat?" [Carson asked] "Yeah." "Why?" he asked. The bat was shaking in my tight grip. "Because I don't have my Minnie Mouse pillow.

I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat. "Ow!" he screamed. Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it for damage. "That hurt," he shrieked. "You really hurt me." "Right back at you," I said. "Good-bye Carson." He frowned, massaging his hand, the big baby. "I just wanted to end this nicely." "Yeah?" I cocked the bat up to hit him again. "Well, this time you don't get what you want.

You can't own your victories if you won't admit your failures.

I shoved him off the snowmobile. He landed on his back in the snow. "Love is a brat, you think? No, love id fine. You are the brat, you spoiled, rotten brat!

Please, we're in high school. Hook up and move on.

Love makes us stupid, sometimes.

I have standards. Well, okay, they're love standards, but I have them.

I don't care who kissed you first, as long as I kissed you last - George (If we kiss)

Sometimes sluttiness is a sign of intense longing.

Come on Josie." He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I really want you there." "Yeah?" I asked, slamming my locker shut. "And do you always get what you want?" "Yes," he said.

It's just one of those things, like some people don't sink when they go in the pool, some know how to throw a ball so it goes toward the person holding the mitt. I have no idea how people do those things; I'm good at schoolwork. That works out well because it frees up my time for my hobbies, like lying on the couch eating M&M's.

I am a pacifist, danm it! And now I'm bleeding. What is wrong with you, you sick sicko?

Some of the choices teenagers make are morally and practically wrong. Some of my characters do things I hope my child won't. There are occasionally words my characters choose that I wouldn't utter in my mother's presence. But when I was sixteen, or twelve, hanging out with my friends? That was different. For a story to feel real, I have to respect what a character would really do or say.

You don't have to be friends with everybody, you just can't be unkind to anybody.

Oh it just gives me the heebie-jeebies

Bruises on the soul hurt even more than bruises on the leg and take longer to heal. Maybe the trick is to try to avoid smashing into stuff so much. And then to be kind to ourselves as we slowly heal.

that whole oh I care so much bull. Just to make everybody like her.

Just for taste bites of sample bagels have - fun fact - between zero and "screw you" calories

But the thing that's wrong with Danny is more like, he wants friends but doesn't know how to navigate that, and he doesn't handle his own feelings particularly well, and so everybody finds him annoying.

If answers are the destination, questions are the oars.

I have standards. Well, okay, they're love standards, but I have them.