Quotes by Megan McCafferty

Because Ive learned that you cant control what other people are going to think about you. The best you can do in life is not piss yourself off.

Dear Hope, I NEVER thought Id see the day when two of your daily e-mails sandwiched a message from none other than PAUL PARLIPIANO. My crush to end all crushes! Gay man of my dreams! OOOH!

Dont talk to strangers. Dont do drugs. Dont smoke. Dont drink and drive. Dont have sex. Wear a condom. Wear sunblock. Wear a seat belt. Wear a helmet. If you see something, say something. Just say no. Stop, drop, and roll. Stop, look, and listen. Look both ways before you cross the street...Safety is an illusion. Bad things can happen to anyone at any time, whether you follow the rules or not. You can check left, check right, check left again before you step off the curb and into the crosswalk, but that wont stop an anonymous asshole in his shitty pickup from putting you in intensive care...

I read your poem, I croaked. Fall.Then something I never thought would happen, happened: Marcus Flutie was shocked by something I said.You did? he said. I thought you lost it!Well someone found it for me. Where do you get off saying, I lowered my voice, well be naked without shame in paradise?He didnt open his mouth.I know what that means, you know. Who do you think I am?He didnt open his mouth.We are never going to be naked without shame in paradise.He didnt open his mouth.Were NEVER going to have sex, I whispered, clearly over-stating my case.He didnt open his mouth. The mouth that used to bite mine.And Im just going to forget about that biting thing from the other night, I said.He looked at me right in the eyes. If hed focused hard enough on my pupils, he couldve seen his own reflection, his own face smirking at me.You couldnt forget if you tried, he said, before walking away.Hes right. And I dont know if I hate him or love him for that.

...and yes even loved him even though logic and reason told me I had no business feeling that way about him but I didnt care, no I loved him, and wanted him to know it not because I expected him to reciprocate )and yes even loved him even though logic and reason told me I had no business feeling that way about him but I didnt care, no I(even though I really really wanted him to) but because if someone ever loved me in that pure way I would want to know about it

High school parties exhausted me because I always felt like I was the only thinking person in a room mostly full of morons obliterating precious IQ points with every gulp of whatever booze they managed to steal out of their parents liquor cabinets. College parties are exhausting in a diametrically opposite way. They are full of smart, funny people who are all used to being the smartest, funniest person in the room, so they spend the whole party talking over one another, overlapping and overtaking the conversation to prove that they are the smartest, funniest person in the room, if not the entire planet.

What is your definition of skank? I ask.A skank fucks skeezas she barely knows.

I tried writing this book about a singer in a wedding band, but realized I only wanted to write the book so I could have an excuse to sing with a wedding band as research. Thats not a good enough reason to write a book.

“Its so much easier to convince yourself youre madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.”