Quotes from Maureen Johnson

We're going to die, Keith said, the moment he was gone. This man is a serial killer. We're going to die, and he's going to bury us in his garden and build a shed on us.

These houses had been plunked down with an alarming randomness -- unevenly spaced, on crooked lines, like whoever had designed the place had said, We'll just follow this cat, and wherever he sits down, we'll build something.

You have to try. Trying is the first step to whatever comes next.

Oh my God! said one of the Ambers. Is this not the worst trip ever? Did you see the snow? She was a sharp one, this Amber. What would she notice next? The train? The moon? The hilarious vagaries of human existence? Her own head?

I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named Further Maths. It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.

Kissing is something that makes up for a lot of other crap you have to put up with...It can be confusing and weird and awkward, but sometimes it just makes you melt and forget everything that is going on.

I'm the last of the mad ones.

I looked at the stained-glass image of the lamb in the window above me, but that only reminded me that lambs are famous for being led to slaughter, or sometimes hanging out with lions in ill-advised relationships.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

Anything is better than doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

Why are Americans so fascinated by Ireland?" Keith asked... "you all think you're Irish. What's the appeal? Do you like the accent more? Is it all the magical rocks? Oh, look, a lep­rechaun...

Boo: Go talk to her. Callum: About what? Boo: Anything. Callum: You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?' Boo: I do that. Callum: I love it when you get it wrong.

I'm done. I'm going to go to bed and read important books about theater. It would would be easier if you just said porn, Scarlett said. No idea what you're talking about. But knock first if you need me.

My moose," she said in a low voice. "I finally got it. The universe paid me in moose.

Sometimes Stevie felt bad for her parents. Their idea of what constituted interesting was so limited. They were never going to have as much fun as she did.

We Deveauxs preferred to talk you to death, rather than face you in physical combat.

Sherlock said, "I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.

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

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

What did you do?" she hissed. "Me?" "Don't be a dick," she said. "That ship has sailed. Hang on. We can't fight yet. Where's my hug?

Listen, haircut...' Did you just call me haircut ?' he asked. Yes. You know there's no reason we can't go online. It's crazy.' Why'd you call me haircut?' he asked, touching his hair. 'Is it because I have a great haircut?' You figure it out,' she answered. -Clio and Aiden, Girl At Sea by Maureen Johnson

I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear.

Why. Do. People. Do. Stupid. Things. Because we're stupid, she said.

Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends. The command to pair bond sent ice water through Stevie's veins. She wanted falling rocks. But she knew what would happen if she didn't do the talking—her parents would. And if her parents started, anything could happen.