Kim Harrington Quotes

Listen, I gather you have a problem working with a psychic. Believe me, I don't like working with a jackass any better.

The dumbass?' Justin asked.
'Yes, you're not the only one in town. Who knew?

And you managed to leave the house and be the hero. Who do you think you are, Spider-Man?

Mr. Bingham said, "Hey, you guys are supposedly psychic. Why didn't you see that coming and warn the girl?"
Mom sighed. "Again, we don't see the future."
"Yeah. You're a bunch of frauds."
I'd had it. My frustration boiled over. I turned to Mrs. Bingham. "Do you know a Jane Sutherland?"
Confusion swept over her delicate features. "Yes, she used to be my husband's secretary before he was laid off. What about her?"
"He wasn't laid off. He was fired. The company has rules against boinking your secretary, even though your husband apparently has no qualms with the matter."
"Clarity!" Mom screamed.

Wow, you mean Tiffany's an evil wench? I'm shocked. Shocked, I tell you! I patted my heart in faux surprise.

Tiffany's pale faced turned to green and I involuntarily took a step back, half expecting an Exorcist-style stream of vomit to shoot out of her gaping mouth.

Humidity did terrible things to me. I'd be much prettier if I lived in the desert.

Thankfully, Gabriel was five minutes late, and by the time he knocked on the door I'd just finished putting on lipstick and slipping my feet into sandals. I opened the door.
"I hope I didn't keep you wait . . ." His voice drifted off as he quite blatantly checked me out.
"What?" I asked, hand on my hip.
He flashed me a devilish grin. "The little pink dress. You look cute."
What I found frumpy, he found cute. Wonder what his response would have been to the tight number. My eyes gave him a discreet once-over. He wore jeans and a Yankees T-shirt. It wasn't exactly going to win over the locals, but I had to admit, he filled the shirt out ridiculously well. His short black hair was damp, like he'd just taken a shower. I felt my face behind to flush, so I turned away. "Come on in."
He stopped and surveyed the foyer. "I was only here for a minute when we came to get Joni. I didn't get a chance to check the place out." He paused. "It's not what I was expecting."
"What were you expecting? Voodoo dolls hung from the ceiling?"
He smirked. "Maybe just a little one of me."
"That's hidden under my bed.

The gossip mill runs on estrogen.

Please, someone tell me I wouldn't be that annoying if I had girlfriends.

Well, I can feel superior for my good deed." I flashed him a smile. "How's that for a selfish reason?

I hate procrastinating, so much so that I often do my homework on Friday so it won't be hanging over my head all weekend long. The good
thing is, my (nonexistent) social life doesn't usually interfere with this quirk of mine.

Were Gabriel and I going to fall in love? Be together forever? Live our lives happily as soul mates? Who the hell knew something like that? I
sure didn't. I can't see the future.
All I knew was that I would love finding out.

MY MOUTH OPENED.
Way to go, Clare. Way to impress the mother of a prospective boyfriend. Moms love their boys to date psycho overprotective girls.

Well, that narrowed down the list of suspects.
To the whole world.

Kendra was on Gabriel like a predator on a slab of meat.

Maybe she's suicidal? That's why she keeps inviting me to kill her?

Clare. Give me a reason to stay.

Apparently my inner self is mute.

Well, color me impressed.

I squeezed through a horde of gum-snapping girls I recognized as seniors from my school.
"He did not say that!"
"Yes, he did! And you wouldn't believe what she said!"
Please, someone tell me I wouldn't be that annoying if I had girlfriends.
"Sure, you will be."
I whipped around and nearly got a faceful of cotton candy. I moved the purple sugar cloud to the side and glared at my mother. She wore a white, short-sleeved blouse and a patchwork skirt.
"You have to stop listening in on my thoughts without my permission, Mom. It's not cool."
She shoved a piece of cotton candy in my mouth to shut me up. "I didn't do it on purpose, Clarity. I was strolling along listening in to the crowd."
"Pick up anything interesting?"
"Actually, I did. That detective's son can't stop checking out your legs. He loves this little pink dress you've got on. So much so that he's actually mad at himself for it." She shook her head.
I blushed. "Did you happen to pick up anything important?"
"Like a man walking along thinking, 'I killed Victoria Happel'?"
"Exactly."
"No such luck. But dear, people don't wander around thinking about their biggest secrets all the time. The killer could be standing right next to me and all I might pick up from him is how he wants to buy some barbequed chicken."
"Have you seen Billy Rawlinson or Frankie Creedon?" I asked.
Distaste turned her mouth down. "No. Why are you looking for those scoundrels?"

Clare," said a voice behind me. Not Nate's, but just as familiar.
"I'll get going," Nate said, backing up. "If you see the dumbass, tell him I'm mad at him for standing me up."
I turned around.
"The dumbass?" Justin asked.
"Yes, you're not the only one in town. Who knew?"
He smiled. Every time I tried to hurt him, he just smiled. I'd have to try harder.
"You look beautiful tonight," he said, looking me up and down. "You wore that dress on the picnic we took in the spring. Remember, it was the first warm day of the season . . ." His voice trailed off.
"I'd love to wax nostalgic, Justin, but I've got work to do.

Pass me the Academy Award. I don't know how I did it, but hysterical-girl tears sprung from my eyes as I ran out of the room and down the grand staircase.

Come, fruit of my loins, we're going for a walk.

A sea of people in red crowded around it. I looked at
Mallory's black hoodie and my gray sweater and realized we'd forgotten to wear the school colors. Oh, well. There was always my hair.

You know where you can shove your joke. Just get me a new drink and try not to include and of your STD-laced body fluid in it this time.

And you pretend to be stupid, which is completely disingenuous. Big word, but I know you know what it means.

I knew about loyalty about putting family before all others. I'd already learned some things I'd do to protect my own. I'd withold infomation from the police. I'd use people. I'd lie. If pushed hard ... how far would I go.

You're the most important person in the world to
me." I quickly added in a hushed voice, "Don't tell Mom. She'll be jealous.

You can date every girl in town as far as I'm concerned. I hate you. I pray every night that you'll fall victim to some strange and unusual castration accident.

We want who we want, right? No matter what other people say. No matter what reason or reality we're faced with. No matter what facts our brains process. The heart's a stubborn organ.

She'd probably slap me upside the head and say some variation of 'Hey, Future Clare, wtf?

I pictured him in uniform. Let's just say the picture was ... nice.

Gabriel?" I said.
"Yeah?" His voice was breathless.
"Kiss me.

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He had a matching bandage on his head. We looked like two idiots who'd decided to have a head-butting competition

I had books and music and the ocean to swim in.

That's my brother," I said. "Saving the world, one girl at a time.