Quotes from Louise Rennison

Cor, love a duck. And also Lawks-a-mercy. I said that inwardly, but outwardly I said, "Blimey, and also, what larks.

The fly in her argument is that when she says, 'they' will feel like lemons, we don't know who 'they' are. And 'they' might BE lemons.

As she left my room I knew I should shut up. But you know when you should shut up because you really should just shut up...but you keep on and on anyway? Well, I had that.

Through my curtains I can see a big yellow moon. I'm thinking of all the people in the world who will be looking at that same moon. I wonder how many of them haven't got any eyebrows?

Its okay I'm wearing really big knickers.

Jassie, guess what I'm dancing in!' 'I don't know, a bowl?' 'Non... I am dancing in my Nuddy-pants!

Watching TV Mum said, 'Do you miss your dad?' and I said, 'Who?

Everyone is so bloody keen on me thinking all of a sudden. It's not what I do.

Shut up Jas, you are not Baby Jesus

When girls walk home we put on lippy and makeup. We chat. Sometimes we pretend to be hunchbacks. But that is it. Perfectly normal behavior.

P.P.S. I am giving you telepathic hugs. P.P.P.S. But not in a telepathically lezzie way.

As I have often said, she has two styles of acting: with or without the beard.

And that's when it fell off in my hand

Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on

How do you make yourself not like someone?

A nod is as good as a wink to a blind badger.

How many times do we all have to do this? Get up, go to school, again? Before everyone admits it's a crap idea?

What if you were really meant to be with someone? But you kept messing about and having the Horn and so on and you lost them.

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

Heathcliff. The "hero" of Wuthering Heights. Although no one knows why. He's mean, moody, and possibly a bit on the pongy side. Cathy loves him, though. She shows this by viciously rejecting him and marrying someone else for a laugh. Still, that is true love on the moors for you.

Unbelievable! I said, "What would I be doing walking the streets at night as a stuffed olive- gate-crashing cocktail parties?

Jas, you are three hundred miles away. You would have to have nunga-nungas the size of France for Jock to be able to rest his hand on them.

I don't want to be rude to the afflicted but Uncle Eddie is bald in a way which is the baldest I have ever seen.

I am going to become a writer for Cosmo - you don't have to make any sense at all. Or maybe I'll be a bloke, they don't have to make sense either.