Mag Cabot Quotes

It's one thing to protect yourself," Dad yelled at me during our very next lunch. "That I get. Have I ever told you not to defend yourself? No. But did you have to permanently maim him? I spent all that money on that on that fancy school for girls-not to mention all that money for the shrinks-and what did that get me?"
I shrugged. "A seven-figure civil suit? ~ Meg Cabot

Read and write all the time. Never stop sending out your stuff. If you're constantly writing and sending stuff out, eventually someone will bite. ~ Meg Cabot

John," I murmured, rising from the bed and going to stand by the table, staring down in astonishment at the gold-rimmed china plates and intricately embroidered napkins in sapphire rings. "How did all of this get here?"
"Oh," he said casually. "It just does. Coffee?" He lifted a gleaming silver pot. "Or do I seem to remember you being more partial to tea?" His grin was wicked.
I gave him a sarcastic look-it was a cup of tea I'd thrown into his face to escape from the Underworld the last time-then sank down into the chair where the bird was perched. ~ Meg Cabot

There is a difference between listening and hearing, just as there is a difference between seeing and knowing. ~ Meg Cabot

Adam gave me a scandalized look. "Fraternizing with the enemy!" he cried. "For shame, wench! ~ Meg Cabot

My queen," he said formally, "before Glitch sends out the knights and the hounds to drag us back to Mag Tuiredh, will you do me the honor of a last dance? ~ Julie Kagawa

What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat. ~ Meg Cabot

Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either. ~ Meg Cabot

Communication goes two ways. Somebody has to talk. And somebody has to listen. ~ Meg Cabot

War is science of destruction. ~ John Stevens Cabot Abbott

It was orbital, it was mag, it was beyond the ult. ~ J.D. Robb

I stood on Susan Boone's front porch, feeling lame. But then, since I've pretty much felt lame my entire life, this was no big surprise. On the other hand, usually I felt lame for no particular reason. This time I really had a reason to feel lame. ~ Meg Cabot

So I said, "Wouldn't you be defensive if someone you didn't know started asking you stuff about your schizophrenic brother?" But he said no, he wouldn't - not unless he had something to hide. So then I said the only thing I had to hide was the fact that I wanted to give him a big old knuckle sandwich, ~ Meg Cabot

It is never right to compromise with dishonesty. ~ Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr.

Playboy offered me a lot to do their mag but I'm not even the sort to go topless on the beach. ~ Jenni Falconer

I usually know almost exactly how I feel. The problem is, I just can't tell anyone. ~ Meg Cabot

If your head is constantly stuck in a book, you're going to miss a lot. ~ Meg Cabot

I was too lazy to start a whole new story, so I just stuck a princess into the story I was working on ... and The Princess Diaries was born! ~ Meg Cabot

My favorite book of all time is Cold Comfort Farm, by Stella Gibbons. ~ Meg Cabot

If you want to live forever, figure out what it is that you feel passionate about, then follow that dream. ~ Meg Cabot

I did," Henric said, with a triumphant look.
"Oh," Meena said, opening the book to the page 74, the one from her dream. "You mean this
prince?" She pointed at the illustration of Lucifer.
Henric's grin faltered slightly. "Precisely."
"He's not a prince," Meena said. "As you know perfectly well, he's a fallen angel. And what was
Lucien's mother?"
"A p-princess," Henric stammered. But there was terror in his eyes.
"No," Lucien said, shaking his head. "She was an angel."
Meena swung around to look at him. Tears glittered in her eyes as she gazed up into his, which
had gone back to their normal deep brown.
"Yes, Lucien," she said, holding the book open in front of him. "That's why Henric was trying to
keep this from you. Because he realized it was the one thing that might help you remember what your
mother always taught you. You, of all people, really do have a choice. You can choose to be good . . .
because you are part good. No matter how hard you try to be the devil's son, you've still got an angel for
a mother. ~ Meg Cabot

If war has its chivalry and its pageantry, it has also its hideousness and its demoniac woe. Bullets respect not beauty. They tear out the eye, and shatter the jaw, and rend the cheek. ~ John Stevens Cabot Abbott

You want a happy romantic relationship? Don't ruin it by getting married. ~ Meg Cabot

Get to see how he treats his mother/sister/housekeeper (critical clues as to how he will treat any prospective girlfriend). ~ Meg Cabot

No one wants to pursue anything creative anymore, because that's too risky. They may not get the kind of return on the financial investment they've made in their education that they think they should. ~ Meg Cabot

It wasn't just that Mr. Beaumont and his creepy staring was freaking me out. And it wasn't that my dad's warning was ringing in my ears. My mediator instincts were telling me to get out, now. And when my instincts tell me to do something, I usually obey. I have often found it beneficial to my health. ~ Meg Cabot

Whatever it is, I cannot seem to pull off something as simple as dinner between the two of us. As you know, my first attempt ended with us eating pizza standing up (and her paying for her own slice).

My second attempt was even worse: We spent most of the evening in an animal hospital. And then I very suavely added insult to injury by sexually harassing her on Max Friedlander's aunt's couch. She fled, in romance-novel vernacular, like a startled fawn. As well she should have: I'm sure I must have seemed like a teenager in postprom heat. ~ Meg Cabot

Yes, I'm sorry you won't be coming with us," Chloe said to Alex. "But please don't worry. I'm certain The Lord has another plan for you." She glanced at me. "For both of you."
"Oh, I can assure you,"said a new, deeply masculine voice from behind me. I turned to see John sitting, tall and dark and disapproving, on the back of his horse, Alastor. "He does."
"Chloe wasn't talking about you," I said to John, leaning my elbows against the rough wood of the dock railing. "She meant the other lord."
John raised a dark eyebrow. "Oh, that one," he said. "My mistake. ~ Meg Cabot

Fleeing the premises?" Detective Canavan echos sarcastically. "Have you been watching Castle again?"
"It's a reasonable question," I say. "And Castle's a very good show. ~ Meg Cabot

All men are pigs and I hope they die and monkeys take over, then things would be way better. ~ Meg Cabot

I think you get so wrapped up in the book you're currently writing, it's hard to think about anything else. But I know as soon as I'm done with this book, I'll move on to something else. ~ Meg Cabot

Oh my god, she said are you going to be reasonable about this? ~ Meg Cabot

Our family wasn't particularly warm, or effusive with the I love you's. Except for Uncle Chris, who'd come out of prison bursting with them. He'd even told the mail carrier that he loved him. ~ Meg Cabot

But as you age, you lose other, even more important things, like friends-hopefully only bad friends, who maybe weren't as good for you as you once thought. With luck, you'll be able to hang on to your true friends, the ones who were always there for you ... even when you thought they weren't.
Because friends like that are more precious then all the tiaras in the world ~ Meg Cabot

Look, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I said no because the whole thing would just be too
Dirty Dancing , right? Summer fling at the resort, only with the roles reversed: you know, the poor
working girl and the rich doctor's son, nobody puts Baby in the corner, blah blah blah. That kind of thing. ~ Meg Cabot

Why did we come back this way instead of popping up somewhere less…cramped?" I asked, substituting the word cramped for creepy. I was trying not to feel weirded out that I was in my boyfriend's crypt. It was only a building, after all.
A very unpleasant one.
"This is a portal," he said, as if that explained everything.
"A what?"
"A portal," John whispered. "A direct link from here to the Underworld. That's why you don't feel dizzy this time."
I hadn't even noticed, but he was right. I didn't feel sick, for once, though we'd just jumped between astral planes.
"This is a doorway through which the souls of the departed enter the world of the dead after they pass," John explained softly. "The doorway closes behind the dead once they enter. They can never leave again-"
"Unless they escape," I interrupted. Because this was what had happened to me.
He glanced down at me with a teasing smile. "Unless I choose to let them escape," he said, "because they seem to want their mothers so badly."
"That was two years ago," I reminded him. I shouldn't have mentioned the thing that morning about being inexperienced with men, even if it was technically true. He was never going to let me help him if he always thought of me as someone he had to protect. "And do I have to remind you that you didn't let me escape, I-"
"Shhh." He held up a hand. "Someone's coming. ~ Meg Cabot

front hallway while they were gone. ~ Meg Cabot

How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock. ~ Tara Janzen

Didn't your mother ever tell you," Rob asked, "that you're supposed to play hard to get?"
I looked at his lips. I probably don't need to tell you that they're really nice lips, kind of full and strong-looking.
"What," I wanted to know, "is that going to get me? ~ Meg Cabot

John lowered the book he'd been reading.
"Im sorry. Were you speaking to me?"
"I know you were listening, " I said in disgust, taking the book from him and tossing it over the side of the bed. "You couldn't possibly have been reading that. You were holding it upside down. ~ Meg Cabot

But really, the term "forgive and forget" doesn't make sense to me. Forgiving does allow us to stop dwelling on an issue, which isn't always healthy. But if we forget, we don't learn from our mistakes. And that can be deadly. ~ Meg Cabot

Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We're supposed to be exercising. ~ Meg Cabot

Lee threw down the tripod, and Trip dropped the FN MAG machine gun onto it ... Lee hunkered down behind the big weapon. Holly handed me an RPG. The heavy tube was reassuring in my hands. Everyone dug down into the ditch, prepared to fight. Nervous but competent. Scared but professional. We were ready to put some smack down. Not bad for an accountant, a librarian, a schoolteacher, and a stripper. ~ Larry Correia

When Louie is upset with us for, say, forgetting to feed him, he eats any socks he might find lying around. ~ Meg Cabot

I can command the Royal Genovian Air Force," Grandmère supposedly replied. "As well as the Royal Genovian Navy. But the one thing in the world I have no control over, Helen, is your womb. Now come along. ~ Meg Cabot

Contrast the United States with any country on the face of the earth today and ask yourself whether the situation of the United States is not the best to be found. ~ Henry Cabot Lodge

Growing up, I mostly read comic books and sci-fi. Then I discovered the book 'Jane Eyre' by Jane Austen. It introduced me to the world of romance, which I have since never left. Also, the world of the first-person narrative. ~ Meg Cabot

Can I ask when my woman became all of your woman?" Mo requested to know from behind me, and he didn't sound happy.
"Until we get our own," Mag answered breezily. "You know sister wives? We're like brother husbands."
"No you aren't."
There was my man's Brook No Argument Tone.
"Without the benefits of course," Mag added. ~ Kristen Ashley

I've come to the conclusion that, aside from Nazis, the Taliban, and possibly the honey badger, there is no one on the planet more merciless than a teenage girl once she's decided she dislikes you. ~ Meg Cabot