Quotes from Jean Ferris

Carpe Diam forever after.

But practicalities have to be tended to, even during emergencies.

And Phoebe and Sebastian went their separate ways, to the blacksmith shop and the library, after several backward glances that weren't coordinated enough to allow either to know that the other one was looking.

Some just wanted to be on the side of the good cookies.

It's always hard to follow in the footsteps of a legend, especially when you don't even want to.

You hungry yet? Personally, I could eat this dock without even syrup.

She looks like an advertisement for vitamins that make you sullen.

Maybe speech has been an evolutionary mistake; maybe everybody would get along better if we couldn't talk to each other.

Tia seems to have swallowed a cup of electricity for breakfast. She's jittery, pacing, talking too fast.

Right, right," I say, knowing that, one, I'll never be anywhere near one hundred and seventy feet deep, and two, I'll never forget I can't breathe without air.

This guy is a real pain. I want to remind him that we're the good guys. We're not up at 4 a.m. because we like the way it feels.

I walk with Rafe to the End of the Rainbow. With his wild ginger hair and beard flattened by the rain, he looks like a wet haystack. He catches me grinning at him. "Well, you don't look like any GQ guy yourself," he says, and then we're laughing like maniacs while the rain pours down on us.

Mama and Nathan lean on me a lot, but they give me a lot of rope, too. Maybe too much." "Maybe," I say. "I can shorten it for you.

We're all hoping that the remains of the Nueva Cadiz haven't been moved by the storm out of Rafe's lease sites. "If they have been," Tia says, "I'll go out at night and move them back, piece by piece.

Ed said, "I can tell you, when we heard that baby was going to be all right, there wasn't a dry seat in the castle." "I'm so happy to hear that," Marigold sold. "I think.

It's a good day when you can get two birds stoned at once.

Edric knew he should head for home. It would be dark soon, and even though he was as familiar with his part of the forest as he was with the back and the front of his hand, there were dangers when the lights went out—wild animals, evil spirits, big glowing eyes attached to who-knew-what, stuff like that.

Trolls have to speand at least one hundred years of hteir lives in a cave; did you know that? It's a tradition. I've been here, oh, must be one undred and seventeen years now.

In the next few minutes, both of them sensed the false cheerfulness that came from trying to reassure the other in the face of real doubts. But they each were still glad they ahd someone to be falsely cheerful for.

If you don't like it out there, you know the door is always open to you." Because they lived in a cave, the door was always open to everyone, but neither of htem mentioned that. They both knew what Ed meant.

He was tall, dark, and handsome in his black-and-silver finery, walking as if he owned the world. Only his quick blink and the worried pucker between his eyebrows gave away the fact that he knew he didn't - not even a little piece of it.

Knock, Knock." "Who's there?" "Olive." "Olive who?" "Olive...ooh. I love you, too," he said, figuring it out. "You can tell me that one anytime you like." He folded her into his arms.

No matter how good somebody's life looks from the outside, you can be sure there's something about it you wouldn't want to have in your life.

And they lived happily (aside from a few normal disagreements, misunderstandings, pouts, silent treatments, and unexpected calamities) ever after.