Meg Cabot Quotes

You;re colling me, So i fugure you must not hate me anymore. dOES THIS MEAN YOU WANNA GO OUT? iI'm free tonight. I mean , I have plans, but i can break them. For you. Brandon, you kidnapped me. And then you made the only person I'll ever love in my life hate me. I completely despise you. So..., I take that as a no, you do not want to go out with me tonight.

It's only in fairy tales that princesses can afford to wait for the handsome prince to save them. In real life, they have to bust out of their own coffins and do the saving themselves.

Maybe you just saw what you wanted to see. Or maybe you justfelt what you wanted to feel.

When people look you in the eye and call you stupid, dont look away, but tell them that half of the world is stupid and they are one of them because they are dening their own stupidity.

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

Maybe nobody has a right to tell anybody to shut up. Maybe this is how wars get started, because someone tells someone else to shut up, and then no one will apologize.

Me: “Ngh” Cal: “Well put.” ...... Every Boy's Got One

If it turned out Brandon Stark also likes to dress up as Strwberry Shortcake while playing croquet with his miniture pony collection, I totally wouldn't be surprised anymore.

Though I imagine in your case, trying not to fall just made you fall harder.

Smiles like that should be against the law. Considering what they do to a girl.

What did that mean? Where could it go? He was a death diety. I was a high school senior.

There are nice, funny, totally good-looking guys out there. You just have to know where to look…and apparently, where NOT to look.

Nice to know I have that effect on boys. I mean, Christopher doesn't even know I exist, and Brandon Stark practically throws up when he sees me. Having my brain transplated into a supermodel's body was doing wonders for my love life.

Why can't you just get married in Las Vegas like normal Americans?

You know your Lamborghini is on fire, right?

But I guess you would look beatific, too, if the man you had been in love with since the fifth grade had told you that he was in love with you, too.

I'm a liar. And I can't stop thinking about boys.

hope springs eternal, even in the heart of a fat girl.

High school sucks. People who say those were the best years of your life - those people are liars... Who wants the best years of their life to be in *high school*? High school is something *everybody* should be ready to lose.

I know. I seriously need to just give up men entirely. I wonder if Episcopalians can enter convents?

But he's looking for love in all the wrong places. Like fancy under catalogs At least he knows enough not to date while he's campaigning

Cursed?" I offered, my voice croaky because of my unshed tears. "It isn't cursed." John said deliberately, rearranging the chain around my neck, "if you're wearing it. It's blessed.

And in what fairy tale would John ever be any sane person's idea of Prince Charming anyway? He was the opposite of charming. More like Prince Terrifying.

I needed another soda. I’d only had six since breakfast.

I realized that life is so short: Why waste one minute of it worrying what other people think or say about you, or what score you got on some test? Why not believe what you want to believe, and do what you love?

What is the sound of one hand clapping? What is the weight of a single grain of sand? The answer is equal to my interest in the message you are about to leave. So make it short.

My original inspiration was my mom: a few years after the death of my dad, she started dating one my teachers!

I can't even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars. "Sorry" he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean.

Suze, your whole life," my dad went on, not without sympathy, "you've always made the right decisions. Not necessarily the easiest ones. The right ones. Don't mess that up now, when you're facing what's probably the most important decision you'll ever have to make.

Sometimes we need to take big risks if we want to find out who we are, and what we were put on this planet for.

What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.

Lana says J.P. makes Matt Damon from the Bourne movies look like Oliver from Hannah Montana

French: why does this language even exist? Everyone there speaks english anyway.

The fact is, I love him. He's the boy I want and one day he'll be MINE.

One of the biggest motivations for me with writing my books is to offer girls some escapism, especially girls who really need it, like I did.

This is not to say that I wasn't completely repulsed. I mean, I wasn't exactly proud that my stepbrother was in there tongue wrestling with the second stupidest person in our class, after himself.

I don't seem to fit to associate with humans.

if you have to say “no offense” to someone, you have already offended them.

There was a DJ who stayed up for eleven days straight, the longest-recorded period of time anyone has ever gone without sleep, and he started playing nothing but Crosby, Stills and Nash, and that's how they knew it was time to call the ambulance.

it’s only by studying the mistakes of the past,” Lucien said mildly, “that we can even have a future

Whoa. If high school was suppose to be the best years of my life - at least so far - I was truly destined to have a sucky adulthood.

This is how many people become artists, musicians, writers, computer programmers, record-holding athletes, scientists... by spending time alone practicing what they love.

Save your rejections so that later when you are famous you can show them to people and laugh.

Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home. Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share with someone you love, I mean?

It’s my own fault, really. For believing in fairy tales. Not that I ever mistook them for actual historical fact, or anything. But I did grow up believing that for every girl, there’s a prince out there somewhere. All she has to do is find him. Then it’s on with the happily ever after. So you can only imagine what happened when I found out. That my prince really IS one. A prince. No, I really mean it. He’s an actual PRINCE.

But once I'd come up with it, I realized it really was the perfect plan. Instead of waiting for Maria to come to me, I was simply going to go to her and, well... Send her back to where she came. Or reduce her to a mound of quivering gelatinous goo. Whichever came first.

In a way, I was incredibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).

I felt as if the Milky Way, hovering above our heads like a celestial pitcher, had suddenly overturned, pouring suns and planets down my throat. Stars seemed to be shooting out of my finger and toes, the ends of my hair.