13 Quotes by Emma Mills

Hot Pockets - what were you really doing in there?"I turn to Gabe, that orange shirt glowing in the setting sun. "Sorry?""Hot Pockets," he says."Cinnamon Toast Crunch," I reply. "Are we saying things we like?

I really thought I could do it. Maybe that’s my problem.”“What?”“That I think I can make something happen just by wanting it enough. Objectively, it’s like...pretty stupid and naive.”“Maybe, but it’s also kind of good, don’t you think?”“Why?”“It’s probably better than thinking that nothing you feel or do can ever make a difference, right? I’d rather believe in something.

And my mom told me that part of growing up is just … learning that people come in and out of your life, and that there are all kinds of levels of friendship, all different types. And maybe you’ll make a friend, and you won’t see them again, but it doesn’t devalue what you had with them or the time you spent together. That’s still valid, even if it wasn’t built to last. It’s not any less … significant, you know?

The perfect comeback only comes to you way after the offending incident, most especially when you’re alone in the shower with no one but the shampoo bottle to tell it to.

After all, it's where the teens are at, Brit has said. It's the zone for teens. We almost can't exist in any other kind of zone. Child Zone? Forget it. Adult Zone? Fuck that noise. I am for the Teen Zone only. She also often used it as a euphemism: I want to put my Teen Zone on his Teen one. I want her all up in my Teen Zone. ~pg. 28

Do you have, like...stuff to do?" he said finally. "While the girls are asleep?" "Yeah. I usually go through Kyle and Heather's room. Tyr on all their clothes, roll around in their bed. That kind of thing." ~pg. 69

I told August this, and he nodded I consideration. "Could be possible." "Fifty grand to fix your vacuum." "I mean, that's a deal. My vacuum cost twelve million dollars." "Really." "Uh-huh. Military-grade. It could drain a lake." I grinned. "If you aim it at the sky, it's capable of tearing a hole in the fabric of space." ~pg. 135

(Brit: "You know what I hate most about it> It's like someone copy-and-pasted the landscape. Just the same sky and the same field over and over again. Like, have some creativity, at least. Break it up with a little flavor every now and then." Dash: "The billboards add flavor." Brit: "We clearly have different ideas about flavor, Dashiell.")

The ultimate diagnosis was a broken ankle, bruised ribs, a sprained wrist. "One in every flavor," August said with a weak smile. "You're like the Yum Yum Shoppe of bodily harm." He shook his head. 'Fourteen flavors of fun. I would need eleven more injuries." "You'll probably have a bunch of bruises." "Eleven of them?""Yup." "Then I'm the Yum Yum Shoppe." ~pg. 260