Victoria Scott > Victoria's Quotes

“There's the guy who trained me, you sexy son-of-a-bitch. I knew you could do this. I told the assistant, I said, 'Do you even know who you're dealing with here? Pfft. Pfft.'"
"You definitely didn't say that."
"Nope. I sure as hell didn't...”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Things only get darker from here, doll. Might want to hold my hand for this.”
― Victoria Scott, The Liberator

“In this trunk," she says with a serious face, "is God's gift to women."
"Chocolate?"
"No."
"Midol?"
"What? No."
"Tampons?"
"Stop guessing," she says.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“I'll never understand the friendships Charlie has. Friendships where it doesn't take cash or hookups, or saying the right things to stay in the circle. No, Charlie's friendships are different. She tries to protect her people, and they in turn protect her. They accept each other's imperfections and support one another. My friends weren't like her friends, which makes me wonder if I ever had any at all.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Annabelle laughs. "Oh, so you think you're hot, do you?"
"Girl, I got swag for days.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“How can someone be cruel
to this chick? It’s like picking a
fight with a chipmunk.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Dante, this
is Annabelle.”
No. No way. That name is
reserved for females with grace
and elegance, not this girl. This girl
is…beastly. “Annabelle,” I say.
“It suits you.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“People change when shit happens.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“I glance in the mirror. Surprise,
surprise—I look finger-lickin’
delicious.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, princess. Ain’t no one do bad like I do.”
― Victoria Scott

“You nasty, you nasty. You
mama said you nasty!”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“My eyes widen at
the sight of her. This is the girl
Boss Man is after? She looks like a
porcelain doll…beat three times
with an ugly stick.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Is this happening?” I’m
surprised to hear my own voice
and decide right then and there
that I have a positively perfect
Man Voice.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Her wavy hair falls to mid-waist, and I think how she looks better this way. From the back.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“I wonder what it would feel like to laugh like that, with complete abandon.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Speak up, Charlie,” I say. “If you have something to say, then say it out loud.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“As Charlie is leaving the house, she somehow trips on the threshold and nearly face-plants onto the ground. I roll my eyes. How is it possible out of all the people in this world, this is the soul I’ve come to collect?”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Mr. Awkward rolls up between us, lights a cigarette, makes himself comfortable. It’s the same bastard who shows up after you’ve bumped uglies with a stranger.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Because I see you. Even though you try so hard to hide, I see you, anyway.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“My lips move against hers, and the kiss says everything I'd hoped to hear. It tells me she loves me, and that she's in this forever.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“She raises her hands and places them on either side of my face. My skin burns beneath her touch. 'I think you're beautiful.'
I smile, thinking she's done. But she releases my face and places her palms on my chest, directly over my heart.
'You're beautiful right here,' she says.
I close my eyes, and the breath rushes from my lungs.
'I see the good in you, Dante,' Charlie continues, her words rolling together off her tongue. 'Even if you don't, I do. You have a good heart. You know how I know?'
I open my eyes. She's looking at me like nothing else in the world exists. Like the entire planet and all of mankind just vanished. She slowly wraps my hands inside her own as best she can and places them on her chest. 'Because I feel it here.' She taps our hands against her chest. 'I know you're good, Dante. Because I feel it inside of me.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“And the band—oh, sweet mercy—the band. They're like a cross between mini Justin Biebers and the Jonas Brothers, and the Halloween covers they're playing make my ears bleed.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Staring at her, his reasons are lost to me.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“I nod and smile and smile and nod, and when she turns away, I form a gun with my hand, place it to my temple, and pull the trigger. This girl is starved for attention. It's amazing to me when people are totally unaware of how bad they are at socializing.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Big surprise. You didn't dress up."
"I came as Awesome Sauce," I say. "You probably wouldn't recognize it.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“The front door is painted a rich, bright red. The corners of my mouth curl into a smile. Have I mentioned my love affair with red? It's a beautiful, trusting relationship. Nothing coated in such a wondrous color could ever be bad.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“I throw my head back and laugh long and hard. Then I lean in and whisper in her ear, "You don't know who you're fucking with, princess. Ain't no one do bad like I do.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“This morning, I'm relishing the perks of working for the Underworld. I press my foot down on the accelerator, and the deep rumble of my candy apple-red Escalade growls. My new baby girl has black leather, Bose surround sound, and twenty-two inch rimes. Match.com couldn't have created a happier couple.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“Max is going through my overnight bag when I get back to Wink Hotel. My favorite part about this is that he doesn't stop when I walk in the room.
"Hey," he says. He pulls out my black Hugo Boss dress hirt, then holds it up to his nose and sniffs loudly.
"Dude. Stop." I pull the shirt from his hands and toss it on the bed.
"I just love your scent," he says in a chick voice.
"You and everyone else, my friend.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector

“I turn around and see Taylor heading toward us. Over her shoulder I spot a guy's legs flailing in the air. Keg stand. Jealous.”
― Victoria Scott, The Collector