108 Quotes by Carrie Jones

You like me?” I repeat, because, well, I want to be really, really sure that I heard him right. This is not the sort of thing you want to get wrong.He nods and says, “Very much.”“You like me very much?”He lets go of my hands and touches my check. “Too much.”“Too much?” Trying to keep my voice calm, I say, “No such thing.

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is—she’s a hero.

I told them he hit on me and that I was showing him my wrestling moves. I think they maybe believed it." I pull on my seat belt and roll down the window even though it's cold. I need to be able to smell for pixies. "We can't leave until everyone's out. I want to be sure nothing happens." "Did they really believe you Devyn asks.My breath whooshes out with the reality of it and I adjust my previous statement. "I don't think so.""Well there's another lovely complication." Devyn groans.

Home is where the heart is.

How about I burn us some dinner before my shift starts.

... no one can ever save someone else, you know? We can only save ourselves. You know that, don't you?

Why would I want to fit in?

Hate is a useless emotion.

Then my cell phone buzzes again. I can’t quite get it out of my pocket because my arm is so bloody. Astley reaches down and pulls it out for me.“You’re blushing,” he says.“You just reached in my pocket. It’s kind of intimate.”He smiles a wicked smile and hands me the phone. “There is candy in here as well.”“Skittles,” I explain. “I like them.