Right Man, Right Time Quotes

“I want you to have the world in front of you, all of the opportunities, but I also want to know that I have a chance of being in that future.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Like that first night, when I walked up to a complete stranger in a bar, I kissed this man as if he were mine. And just like that moment, I claim him. Kissing him like he’s mine, but this time . . . he actually is.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“You know, now that you mentioned it, I don’t think I ever hear anyone claim they’re from Ravenclaw. That’s sad.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Why is your dick on Posey’s knee?” “Is that what that is?” Posey asks, glancing down. “Dude, congrats on the soft penis. Like a velvet cloud.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Yup, there he was, not one single rock stuck up his nose, munching on a kid-size chicken tender, staring romantically at the domestic donkeys with his fly down.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Ollie: The sooner you realize the world revolves around me, the better. Silas: This is a partnership, not a dictatorship. Ollie: Cute that you think that. Send me the deets and what I should wear. Slutty or non slutty. I have both covered. Silas: It will be cold. Non slutty. Ollie: Oh Silas, you truly have no idea about women, do you? Doesn’t have to be warm to be slutty. Let me ask you this. Will Sarah be there? Silas: Yes. Ollie: Slutty it is!”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“You’re a romantic at heart, a daydreamer, someone who gets lost in her feelings. If you truly think you can make an arrangement with a man like Silas Taters and not catch feelings, you’ve lost your damn mind.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“How old are you?” She tilts her head. “Twenty-one. How old are you?” “Thirty-one,” I answer. “Ew, you’re in your thirties?” The fuck? “It’s not like I said I was sixty,” I snap. “Still . . . thirties, so old.” “It’s not that fucking old,” I shoot back. Although, I’m starting to really feel those long nights on the ice lately. “Still, ten years difference? That means when I was born, you were hitting the double digits. You could have been my babysitter. You’re a decade older than me, a near generation. Ew, I kissed an old man.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Sit. Down,” I say in a firmer tone, which stops her. She slowly turns on her heel. “Uh, excuse me?” she asks, a spark of fire lighting up her burning irises. “Did you just try to use some alpha-hero voice on me?” “Alpha-hero voice? What the hell is that?” I ask.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“I have one thing on my mind, and it’s to get that fucker off Ollie immediately. Not that it really matters, but Sarah’s betrayal was private, unseen—thank fuck. But if Ollie is photographed with another guy so soon into our “relationship”, it will be very, very public. Let’s be real, Silas. This has nothing to do with paparazzi. Okay, Ollie might not be mine, but she isn’t going to be someone else’s, that’s for damn sure. Mine.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Where the hell did Ollie Owens, the pint-sized ballbuster, even come from?”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“What about childhood? What did you like to do?” I ask, fishing for any commonality now. “Take pictures of moss. Collect stickers. Pretend that the sticks I found were a wand, and I was Hermione Granger.” I pause and glance at her. “You’re a Potter head?” She grips the edge of the table. “Please, for the love of all that is holy, please tell me that you’re a Potter head as well.” “Eh, not so much.” She groans. “Ughhh, really?” “No, I actually am.” “Stop, are you?” she asks. “Yes, and I read some of the books when they were first released. That’s how old I am compared to you. I have some first editions.” “You’re a liar,” she yells, excitement bustling in her eyes. “Seriously?” “Yes, they’re my prized possessions. Have you been to Harry Potter World?” “No,” she bemoans. “But when I graduate, I plan on going. I’m assuming since you’re rich and can do whatever you want when you’re not playing, you’ve been?” “I have.” “Is the butter beer everything I think it would be?” “And then some,” I answer. “Harry Potter World is probably one of the best things that has ever happened to fandom. It feels so real.” “Urrghh, I’m so jealous. Did you get sorted into a house?” “Yeah, Gryffindor.” “Of course. You seem like an overachiever. I know I’m Hufflepuff through and through, and I’m damn proud of it.” “Do you ever feel bad for people who get Ravenclaw?” I ask. “No one ever talks about it. Gryffindor is clearly superior, Slytherin has its own merit because it’s evil, and then Hufflepuff is for all the fun-loving people. What about Ravenclaw?” “You know, now that you mentioned it, I don’t think I ever hear anyone claim they’re from Ravenclaw. That’s sad.” “It is.” She tilts her head to the side. “I think we figured out what we bonded over.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“I can be petty, you know. I could . . . uh . . . I could kick her right in the crotch. Not sure if that’s petty, but it sure as hell would make me feel better. A toe to her camel toe. Blam-o, instant joy for me.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Nope, she’s probably as dry as the fucking Sahara Desert after oye, my dick. I think everyone is dry after that.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“And what nickname should I use for you?” “You might have to get to know me better to find out.” “Why do I feel like that’s an innuendo to call you daddy?”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“And there is no doubt in my mind that we have a bright future ahead of us because she’s mine. I’m hers, and it all started with a surprising, soul-changing kiss.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“I might not know anything about hockey. And I might be in a fake relationship with a hockey player. But I know one thing for sure. Silas Taters just stole a little piece of my heart.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“He thought he could just charge into my dorm, demand I join him, threaten me if I don’t, then expect everything to be okay? Ohhhhhh no. Not this girl.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Silas is all kinds of tight-lipped and earnest. He takes things very seriously, holds his cards close to his chest, and never shows weakness, but it’s times like this, when he’s loose and doesn’t mind showing platonic affection, that I truly enjoy. Because I can see his true self, the man he is past the high walls he’s erected over the years to protect his heart.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“I’m feeling like I have a touch of whiplash with you. One second, you’re incredibly sweet and helping me through this odd arrangement we have, then the next, you ignore me completely, and now you’re back to the first guy.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Better watch out, man, feral beast incoming.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“And he had a chicken tender with his fly undone while jerking off to the donkeys,” Winnie adds, causing me to pinch the bridge of my nose. “Jesus, dude . . . come on. There are children at the zoo.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“I think I loved Sarah. I’m not going to take that away from our history, but I don’t think I loved her the way I thought I did. Our love grew apart over time. With Ollie, there’s this obsession. An obsession to make her happy, to make her feel fulfilled. An obsession to be near her, to hold her, to possess her.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Perhaps that’s from the newness of our relationship, but I feel like an active, willing participant rather than someone waiting for the shoe to drop.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Because for the first eighteen years of my life, my grandma made sure to tell me that. That every setback brings about growth. Endurance. Even though my dad tried to tell me otherwise.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Our schedule might revolve around hockey, but our life doesn’t.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“I knocked a chicken tender out of his hand, he accidentally sneezed on my face, and when all was said and done, I cleared my eyes, he pushed his hair out of his face, and it was like angels sang around us. It was rock nose guy . . .”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“What’s the point of wearing a bra on Sundays?” “A motto I live by,” Ross says. “A great one at that.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Yes, thought I would introduce my boyfriend to all my work peeps.” Ew, who says peeps?”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time

“Dear God," Ollie says while pinching the bridge of her nose. "Fine, go flirt. But you are not to leave this bar until I'm safe from this overlord."
"Overlord ? I ask. "Jesus Christ."
"Well, come on. Can't you just be a good Samaritan and do something for a damsel in distress without needing something in return ? What happened to white knights ?"
"Equal opportunity for all. That's what happened," I answer.”
― Meghan Quinn, Right Man, Right Time