Quotes from Maureen Johnson

The cast of Hamlet had not moved much. They had that haunted yet hopeful look in their eyes, like the ones you see in photographs of people crammed into steerage compartments, traveling to some new, unknown land.

Stevie had no fears of the dead. The living, however, sometimes gave her the creeps.

Tell her about the screaming, Janelle said. Because I can't. The screaming? Stevie repeated. The other morning he started something called 'screaming meditation', Nate said. Guess what happens in screaming meditation? Did you guess screaming? For fifteen minutes? Because that's what happens in screaming meditation. Fifteen. Minutes. Outside. At five in the morning. Do you know what happens when someone screams outside at a remote location in the mountains, especially after a...

It was okay to give up. I'd been brave. Everyone would say so. And yet...even as I opened a dresser drawer and figured out which things I would take with me in this hypothetical scenario, I remembered the problem. There would still be ghosts. I would still have a future.

But knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things.

There is a mistaken notion that wealth makes people content. It does the opposite, generally. It stirs a hunger in many - and no matter what they eat, they will never be full.

We're good at lying," Sebastian said, leaning over and managing a smile. "We've been doing it for years.

And then, it arrived. Anxiety does not ask your permission. Anxiety does not come when expected. It's very rude. It barges in at the strangest moments, stopping all activity, focusing everything on itself. It sucks the air out of your lungs and scrambles the world. Her vision went spotty around the edges. The ringing in her ears swelled again. Her knees buckled.

Nowhere was good. Except with Eric. He had both perfumed and poisoned her entire world.

Many large corporations are actually modeled on hell,' Brother Frank added. 'The policies and organization are almost idential. Hell, of course, is much worse.

One of the first questions I get about the skeleton is... is it real? Usually they're plastic, but this one is the real deal. It was a private donation to the academy, and every year, someone attempts to steal it. It is alarmed. Don't steal the skeleton. His name is Mr. Nelson. Be nice to Mr. Nelson. - Pix

The fact is, he said, I liked you from the first moment I saw you, when you looked like you wanted to punch me in the face for just being alive. That probably says something dark about me. And I think you like me because I annoy you. Both of us have real problems, but maybe we should make our weird personalities work for us.

There were for sure snakes at the camp. It was entirely made of snakes. Why hadn't she thought of the snakes?

Funny how the world shifts when you're in the same space with your friends. The air is energized, the light is warmer.

Is this all right? he asked. He was using that very low, somewhat husky universal kissing voice. Huh? I said, because I am sexy.

Ginny had seen enough shows in her lifetime to know that this wasn't a very good show. It didn't actually make any sense. There were a lot of random things going on, like a guy who sometimes rode through the scene on a bike for no reason that Ginny could figure. And at one point, there was a shooting in the background, but the guy who got shot just kept on singing, so his injuries obviously weren't that bad.

I never shut up' Yes, you do' Not much' I could make you shut up' Oh, yeah?...How?

If Gertie van Coevorden had two brain cells, each would be amazed to know of the other's existence.

You know, the best fanfic I ever read was an erotic story about Thor and Tony Stark living together on a Christmas tree sex farm.

life leaves you without directions, without guideposts or signs. When this happens, you just have to pick a direction and run like hell.

The best part, without any question, was the tie. I've always liked ties, but it seemed like too much of a Statement to wear them.

Once skin touched tile and part of her soul died, she knew what slippers were for.

Stevie, how many stories - It's all one story, Stevie said, and the confidence in her voice surprised her. It was about money then, and it's about money now.

That's what she gets, if she gets anything at all, Stevie said. All of this starts in late May and goes on through June. What dose this suggest? Morning sickness, Nate said, his eyes widening. Morning sickness, Stevie replied, smiling. You terrify me, Nate said quietly.