Quotes About Rachel Cohn

No one would want to read a book in which I explain the science of cloning because it would be very dull and it would also make no sense.

The handwriting was a girl's. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Cinderella! Dov cried. Let down your hair!

A bell rings and Pavlov's dog has a fucking seizure on the dance floor.

Our love had been liking; our feelings had been ordinary, not Shakespearean. I still felt fondness for her—fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.

Perhaps this was what was so unnerving about Lily at this moment—the trust that was required in what we were doing.

You mean I'm not lazy? No bitch, I mean you intimidate guys with a look or a comment before they can even decide if they have a chance with you. You're so judgmental. Along with frigid.

Snarl had infiltrated my subconscious. The dream was obviously a sign: he was too enticing to resist.

Boy needs to get a good night's sleep. Otherwise, he'll be lucky to get accepted at SUNY-So Far Upstate You Might As Well Be In Canada, eh ?

She went to take the notebook, but Boris beat her to it. "Bad girl!" she chided. "I'm pretty sure Boris is a boy," I said. "Oh, I know," Mrs. Basil E. assured me. "I just like to keep him confused.

Our love had been liking; our feelings had been ordinary, not Shakespearean. I still felt fondness for her—fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia. I

But Langston repeated, "Lily, you just don't understand. What you need is someone to keep you occupied. You need a boyfriend.

Wiis? Wiii? What is the plural?)

I am the Velma. I am the girl with the bowl haircut and the sensible sweater—the investigator, not the cause of investigation.