Rachel Quotes

I laughed and it almost felt good. "Is that a dig at my liquor cabinet?" Cam smiled. "That wasn't liquor, it was swill. And that wasn't a cabinet, it was a drawer.

His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.

How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact." My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?

You think I need to be rescued?" "I think it doesn't hurt to let someone else do the rescuing every now and then, when your own armor starts to get banged up.

You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.

Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.

If I weren't already dead, I'd be alive with joy.

From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlife of the party!

Because the alternative sucks!

This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods.

Wow," Liv said, when I dropped the mallet back into the drawer. "That looked like fun. I call dibs on the next over-the-top destruction of evidence.

I realized that I'd rather die with you than live with someone else.

You two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.

Great. "So not only am I not-human, but Death is my arch foe?" Who, me? Panic? "Anything else you want to tell me, while we're confessing?

Unfortunately, unless the job description included a translation of the prologue of The Canterbury Tales, I was dreadfully under-qualified.

Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..." Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea.

So,would you say I’m closer to a zombie or a vampire? I gotta know—are my parts going to rot and fall off, or am I forever frozen in youthful perfection?

Sorry, but the whole walking corpse epiphany kind of threw me off my game.

Wonderful, a death match on my first day behind bars. Some girls have all the luck

Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.

Why do you hang out with him?" "We're teammates." Ahhh. And if blood was thicker than water, then football, evidently, would congeal in one's veins.

Now if you’ll excuse me, Death waits for no man. Except me.

it isn’t healthy, how wrapped up they are in each other. Relationships like that burn bright, but when they burn out, they leave everyone blistered.

There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.

Anyway, I was the one in real danger. I got cornered by a pack of wild sorority girls in the food court. Apparently it's mating season.

Not even if you fed me your firstborn, still wet and screaming

So you’re saying the afterlife is hard on the libido? FYI, that’s probably not a good bullet point for your recruiting brochure.

Suggestions?" I asked [...] Marc never took his gaze from the cage. "Get the hose.

I've seen this episode. This is the one where Sylvester eats Tweety.

What could thunderbirds want with us?" I wondered aloud [...] "We'll find out when Big Bird wakes up," Marc said. My father shook his head. "We'll find out now. Wake him up and make him sing.

So don't. Come hang out with me at work. We can play naughty dress up with the hospital gowns and rearrange the supply closets.

Forever used to feel like a curse. Now it feels like a promise.

Marc didn’t want to win by default. He wanted to win for real. Forever.

Justice is for the victim.” Kick. “Vengeance is for the survivor.

If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like.

"Levi will kill me the minute he sees me, and I don't trust Madeline. There's something in her eyes..." "I believe that's integrity and dedication in her job." "Yeah. It's disturbing."

Sophie glanced from me to Sabine, then back, scowling. "I'm not scared of her. I can handle myself." "Yeah, and hissing kittens think they're badass too," Sabine said.

It's not the length of the word; it's how well you use it!

"He's lying, Kay," Nash said, fists clenched at his sides. "Hellions can't lie, but we all know reapers can." "Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle."

Pain is what I feed from when nothing else will nourish the noxious fury in my heart. It’s what I cling to when everything else—everyone else—slips right between my grasping fingers.

As an actress, it's part of your job to be able to imagine just about anything - even if it's not within your personal experience.

I'm slightly unsure as to what my goal is. I just keep doing jobs.

I love the international feeling In New Yokk. Different foods. Different people. There's everything here. Museums, theatre, there's so much to do I feel guilty about not doing too many things.

I haven't only been offered Hasidic roles.

Working with a green screen is easy. It's just like being a kid. But it's not nearly as satisfying.

I don't judge the character at all. It's a bit like being someone's defense lawyer - you have to believe in their innocence in order to defend them.

I'm not confident around compliments or being celebrated, and I'm not comfortable with the thought of envy, which some people thrive on.

I don't think balance is something you get from someone else; it's something women have to find from within. For me, finding balance is still a work in progress.

I'm a storyteller, I'm an actor, an entertainer.

In L.A., unless you've just won an Oscar or you're Mr. Studio Head, no one talks to you. Even at parties.