Quotes by Jennifer Lane

“We want students to think about how they schedule their classes on the campus where they live and park. Were hoping to get people on buses instead of driving, especially during peak times.”

“On the surface, it was a good idea,”

“Were trying things out and want to see how they work. Were not opposed to changing things in the future and tweaking things.”

“On the surface, it was a good idea. But when we looked at it in more detail, it was more problematic.”

“I love it, I wanna do it.”

Roger said, I dont know about having a shrink around all the time. Are you analyzing me right now?Sophie rolled her eyes. How original. No, Im not analyzing you. Itd take a whole team of shrinks to figure out your crazy ass, and I simply dont have the time or energy.

Friendship is the best kind of ship.

Takin’ it to ISIS, man!” Blue Jacket thumped his chest twice, and I read the saying on his shirt: Turning ISIS into WASWAS.

Everyone plays guitar alone, but we can play side by side.

Feelings are not to be suppressed or fixed — they’re to be acknowledged.

To embrace love, we risk heartbreak. To resist love, we risk emptiness.

Lucia opened the door. They say not to discuss politics and religion on the first

Do I have to give you hair torture to get it out of y

He took it out like a sprinter, and brought it home like a distance swimmer.

He pulled her toward him and gathered her in his arms as his hand lovingly cradled the back of her neck. She stopped breathing as he leaned down—ohmigod, the Adonis was about to kiss her—and planted the softest, most sensual kiss on her lips.Time stood still on the busy Chicago street.

Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free.

Speaking of banging, when’s McSailor getting home?” Kirsten’s smirk was the size of Texas.Sophie had to smile. “Crude. You’re crude, roomie.

Her recoil confirmed the disgust Grant felt inside. Who was he kidding, trying to put Vladimir and Andrei behind bars? He was no different from his father. Then he remembered Sophie’s

Grant glanced down at his khaki jacket. Since he’d slipped on the US Navy uniform in Agent Bounter’s office, he’d felt a confident swagger possess him. His spine lengthened, and his shoulders retracted. He should’ve been wearing this every day, not the stupid dress shirt and slacks of a lounge singer.

Aren’t those vegetables sexy, Rog?” Grant cooed, trying to hold in laughter. “Sexy, sexy veggies. You two need to go on lots of dates together.