Lisa McMann Quotes
The Thickety is a sinister, magical debut with a marvelous and shocking heroine. J.A. White’s elegant writing and masterful plot kept me turning pages late into the night.
Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around
Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.
And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.
The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife
Cabel gives her a quizzical look. "I am totally not getting enough attention here.
If you don't want me to see, I guess, don't sleep in the same room as me." He looks at her with a sly smile. "But I'm known for sleeping in school. It's my shtick.
So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?
A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.
I lurve you, circus freak," Cabel says. It almost hurts to hear him say that. I lurve you, too, you big lumpy monster man," Janie says. That hurts even more to say.
You're asking for trouble, Hannagan," he growls. "And you would be....?" Janie asks. She giggles. "Trouble.
Bashful=Spanish, Miss Gardenia Doc=Psychology, Mr. Wang Happy=Chemistry 2, Mr. Durbin Dopey=English Lit., Mr. Purcell Dippy=Math, Mrs. Craig Dumbass=PE, Coach Crater
She gets to school late. Bashful gives her a tardy, and won't reconsider. Janie always hated Bashful. Stupidest. Dwarf. Ever.
Janie’s hip buzzes again. Maybe she'll have to have her whole leg amputated, she thinks sadly. That would really suck.
Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.
But then you slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a guy; it means she likes him.
Janie calls Cabel. "Hi, uh, Mom," she says. Cabel snorts. "Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?" "Yeah. Barely." Janie grins into the phone.
They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.
Jacián!" She yells again, and then she says something in Spanish. A moment later he comes down the hallway. "I'm going to tell Grandfather you said that," he says. "What do you want?
Time to stop crying, time to get her act together and do something. Time to move beyond the pity party.
Because our power is motivating, and gives momentum and ownership of changes to those who dream of failure.
