15 Quotes by Gretchen McNeil

Rule Number Two, Monsignor. Do not show pity.

She felt like a baton getting passed along in a relay race, completely devoid of any control over her destiny.

Everybody was sorry. Sorry was easy. Sorry was for suckers.

Guys," Becca said, staring at her friends in disbelief. Had they not heard a word she'd said? "Bram is dead.""Yeah, yeah," Lars said, waving his hand dismissively. "So a Russian mobster murdered an FBI agent. That's not exactly news.""Man, what word do you live in?" Coop asked."I was raised in a Russian orphanage," Lars said, his voice deadpan. "We call that 'Tuesday.

Someone tells me I’ve been touched by Jesus, I remember.”“Not Jesus,” he said in all seriousness. “The hand of God.

As expected, the church lady grumbled something incoherent and put Bridget’s call on hold. A peppy rendition of “City of God” blared as hold music just long enough for Bridget to start to sing along with the chorus. Catholic brainwashing at its best.

Yep, she was a disastrophe. Pathetic.

Because I watch everyone all the time? Because I’m more comfortable observing than doing?” -Meg.

If the mirror was somehow connected to the flash of light and the explosion in her basement, she was going to figure it out. Maybe it would fix whatever her mom was dealing with. Then maybe, just maybe, Josie could fix her family too.