Quotes from Jeri Smith-Ready

Parents, preachers, and politicians think rock music is the source of young people's despair. They don't understand it's just a reflection. They also forget that music can be a source of hope, a reason to live.

Exactly," He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Sometimes we help ourselves, and sometimes we get help from ghosts in the woods and bampots in BMWs.

Maybe we should've stayed like that, just hanging out. Maybe we never should've kissed those Keeley boys.

Daytimers. Sunnysides. What do you call us behind our backs?" "Dinner." This shuts me up until we reach my door.

Logan followed my gaze. "I wonder if there'll be stars where I'm going." "If there aren't now, there will be once you show up.

Logan was close enough for me to touch, to smell, to feel his breath on my forehead. Close enough to kiss. If only he were alive.

If you follow love, you can't go wrong, even if it leads to disaster. Trust it." Raphael to Lucifer

The hand touched my cheek again. It wasn't soft and cool like Gina's. It was warm, with calloused fingertips like those of…. ….a guitar player.

You know what would be cool, next time?" said a voice behind me. "Black roses.

We were linked, for the endless now that felt every bit like forever.

Fun fact: The planet Venus- aka, the 'morning star' when it appears before sunrise, outshining all the stars in the heavens-was once known as Luciferin. Funner fact: The chemical that makes fireflies' butts light up is called "luciferin

Go ahead, God, you fat, filthy motherfucker, lightning-bolt my ass into oblivion if you're so tough!

He knelt and slowly ran his hand down my arm, his lids heavy and his lips parted. "Aura . . . where can I touch you?" "Anywhere." His hand left my arm and drifted to the rise of my hip bone. "And where can I kiss you?" I took a deep breath, long past ready for the future. "Everywhere.

Don't move," he breathed, softer than ever. Logan slowly wrapped his fingers around my hand.

Do you always introduce yourself by insulting people?

I open my eyes. Yech, boyfriend thoughts, the kind I haven't had since I was a teenager. It's one thing to imagine Shane naked and slathered in olive oil, but another animal entirely to picture us cuddling.

I love eating chicken with my bare hands. It makes me want to snarl at people, even more than usual.

As he presses me against the car and his fingers tangle in my hair, I find myself hoping-and fearing-that I'll never be the object of such a love, one that could bring a man to his knees and never let him stand again.

My heart pounded when its counterpart thumped beneath his skin. "How?" "I don't care," he said, and kissed me.

Somehow you always stayed quiet." He laid his hands beside each of mine, so that if he'd been solid, I would've been pinned between his body and the dresser. "Remember?

They examine me like I'm a cow at a 4-H auction. I try not to moo.

Okay." The boy placed his hands on the table. "The thing is … I died before I got to see real live tits. Not just on the Internet." He hurried to add, "I wouldn't touch you or nothing. Obviously. But even if I could, I wouldn't do that to you." He looked at his hands as he dropped them into his lap. "I just want to see.

You obviously haven't lived in D.C. very long if you think two and a half minutes is too soon to talk politics.

Give me a second to put on something a little less Almost Got Killed In.