Michelle > Michelle's Quotes

“But even when the moon looks like it's waning...it's actually never changing shape. Don't ever forget that.”
― Ai Yazawa, Nana, Vol. 14

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
― Narcotics Anonymous

“Love, it kills you, both when you have it and when you don't.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“Before I forget, here's your homework. Where do you want me to put it?"
She pointed at the trash can. "Right there would be fine.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I don't go out with strangers," I said.

"Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You're a psychopath."
"I prefer creative.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!"
Patch grinned, "I can fly.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Is everything a joke to you?” I asked.
He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. “Not everything.”
“Like what?”
“You.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“For the first time all day I felt safe.

Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“He's got the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. They like being bad. They like the power they get from striking fear and panic into the hearts of mothers everywhere”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You admit you're doing this on purpose?"

"This?"

"This - provoking me."

"Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent.

"It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I'm touched, Rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn't you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes.

"Well this is awkward.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“You're crazy. You're impossible."

"I'm crazy?"

He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. "And I must be crazy for putting up with it.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“One last thing," he said. "Stop looking for me."

"I'm not looking for you." I scoffed.

He touched his index finger to my forehead, my skin absurdly warming under his touch. It didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop. "Under all the layers, a part of you remembers. It's the part that came looking for me tonight. It's that part that's going to get you killed, if you're not careful."

We stood face-to-face, both of us breathing hard. The sirens were so close now.

"What am I supposed to tell the police?" I said.

"You're not going to talk to the police."

"Oh, really? Funny, because I plan on telling them exactly how you rammed that tire iron into Gabe's back. Unless you answer my questions."

He gave an ironic snort. "Blackmail? You've changed, Angel.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body.

"Only two hundred and six of them?”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence

“Listen, Patch, I don’t want to be rude, but—”

“Sure you do.”

“Well, you started it!”

Lovely. Very mature.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer.

“There’s fog.”

“Patchy fog.”

Vee grinned. “Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, I’m hoping I dream about him tonight.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“The subject’s pulse increased on contact,” he said.

“Don’t write that.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.”

“This is called you’re crazy.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“I study her," Patch said. "I figure out what she's thinking and feeling. She's not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away. Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?"
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"The blood vessels in Nora's face are widening and her skin is warming," Patch said. "She knows she's being evaluated. She likes the attention, but she's not sure how to handle it."
"I am not blushing."
"She's nervous," Patch said. "She's stroking her arm to draw attention away from her face and down to her figure, or maybe her skin. Both are strong selling points.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss