Quotes from Megan McCafferty

Right now I feel guilty to be alive. Why? Because I'm wasting it. I've been given this life and all I do is mope it away. What's worse is, I am totally aware of how ridiculous I am. It would be a lot easier if I believed I was the center of the universe, because then I wouldn't know any better not to make a big deal out of everything. I know how small my problems are, yet that doesn't stop me from obsessing about them. I have to stop doing this.

Oh, did I mention that he's Spanish, as in from Spain, and that he occasionally slips into his native tongue? (Add your own sexual innuendo here. It's just too easy for me. Really.) He's from Madrid but has lived here for more than a decade, long enough to master English, but without flattening his Castilian quirks. Who knew a lispy accent could be so manly? So damn sexy? I hear those "ths" clinging to his tongue and go loco.

I heard that he had all these pictures of you . . .' 'Well, I heard you flunked out of school.

No, my scores didn't reflect my superior intellect as much as they did my ability to memorize all the little tricks for acing the test. For me the SATs were a necessary annoyance, but not the big trauma that they are for most high-school students.

YOU'RE GONNA GET BUMPED BY THE BEST MAN BRAND IN THE BUSINESS.

I almost can't believe I'm going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most

Actually, how I am a defensive pessimist. I always assume the worst, so if the reality is even a wee bit better than my disaster scenario, it's a cause for celebration.

I pray that it will be different when they're our age. I pray for a cure to the Virus so they can choose not to share their bodies before they're ready. I pray that they will have the power to choose when and how they will marry, make love, make babies. And I pray that they will not be judged if they choose not to do those things in the "right" order.... My sister and I close our eyes. We dream of a better world. We imagine what we can - and will - do to make it possible.

Amaya is boiling bunnies over Colin Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "Who? What?!" "And Ruthie is an alkie in denial. And Justin Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "Jessie! What are you talking about? Who are these people? Are they friends of yours?" "Uh, not really," I said. "They're from The Real World." My mom sighed and said, "Jessie, I asked you how your day was." That's when I realized I had gotten too attached to the TV.

I'm psychology major who has no desire to work with people.

Just thinking about all the drama gets my tubes in a twist.

I know she's young, but she's old enough to know that such blatant bumpwatching is just about the rudest thing you can do to someone in my concave condition.

Unless Spelling Bee bitches exist, this makes her the geekiest kind of groupie on e can possibly be.

Since our school went MiNet blind, it's for seriously more like 1836 than 2036.

But this won't happen until Ventura surrenders the pee stick. And she's clutching the gold-plated positive pregnancy test like a talisman, unwilling to let it go and let someone else get a word in edgewise.

Zen: 'I kinda went about it all wrong last night, didn't I? Melody: 'Kinda? It was a total fustercluck.' < actual word used >

This confirms it: I am living with Beavis and sluthead.

We've still got a long haul ahead of is and I don't want to damn her rift away with my first, second, and third impressions, as my character analyses are usually for shit.

Plagiarism has been around far longer than the Internet. In fact, I had a poem published in 'Seventeen' magazine when I was 15 years old. About a year later I was informed that there was a girl who used that same poem to win a statewide poetry competition in Alabama. It took months for people to put together that this had happened.

I'm about to ask when I remember something important: I don't give a damn.

Synchronicity? Or bullshit?

You can't hide from certain death, so you shouldn't hide from uncertain life.

Life - such as it is - always seems to get in the way

I'M SCURRYING AROUND THE HOUSE, TRYING TO DECIDE WHAT I should pack (cloth diapers, knitted booties, cotton jumpers?) and what I should leave behind (cloth diapers, knitted booties, cotton jumpers?) when I'm stopped in my tracks by the lowing and braying of the animals in the barn.