Someone Else's Fairytale Quotes

“Jason Vanderholt is off the market."
"I wasn't ever for sale," muttered Jason.”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“Movies, good ones, with good leads, they give the audience something they need, okay? A release. An escape. Something that some of us are too broken to give ourselves. Maybe if I'd had a normal childhood, I'd be able to daydream and fantasize and all that on my own, but do you know how many of us can't? People need their dreams. There's a reason why society pays good money for them.”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“What makes a story a fairytale is the ending.”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“If I wanted to buy you off I'd, I dunno, give you a big gift certificate to Amazon or something.”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“I want to be your Prince Charming,”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“It's not my fairytale. It's not anything I ever wanted. It's the last thing I've ever wanted. I hate crowds. I don't want to be the envy of every other woman on the planet. I never dreamed of being with a guy with flawless good looks. This is someone else's fairytale.”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“I love you. I mean that, all right? I don't know what kind of guys you've been dating in college, but I'm over the novelty of not living with my parents and having my own king size bed. Really.” I couldn't help it. I laughed. That was a new twist in the Talk I'd never heard before.”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“I just need to have you close. The more time I spend with you, the more I want.”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“I just ignored him then. My food was way more interesting than his condescension.”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“He's got it bad for you, Chloe. Anyone who sees him with you could tell that.”
― Emily Mah Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“lungs, and the stars winked distantly in the deep cobalt sky. It was three thirty a.m., way too early to be awake. A truck turned the corner and rumbled its way over to our house. I watched it parallel park, then go silent as the lights switched”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“What do you want his autograph for?” said Matthew. “What would you get him to sign anyway?” “He coulda signed this.” She held up her cup. “And what do you mean? It’d be a souvenir.” “It’d be a dirty cup with writing on it.” I loved how literal Matthew”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“We headed inside the wood frame building, which also had windows all the way around. It smelled like pine and mountain air even inside. A waiter showed us to a seat by the windows on the east side, where we could watch the sun come up. The cloudy sky cut the glare nicely. I”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“A truck turned the corner and rumbled its way over to our house. I watched it parallel park, then go silent as the lights switched off. The driver’s side door opened, and my best friend, Matthew, stepped down. His cowboy boots thudded against the asphalt, then crunched across the gravel that covered our front yard. “Howdy,” he said. I”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“STEPPED OUT our front door into the frigid, Albuquerque night. The crisp air, tinged with the scent of woodsmoke, flushed through my lungs, and the stars winked distantly in the deep cobalt sky. It was three thirty a.m., way too early to be awake. A”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“My pulse edged up another notch. I”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“I turned around, and found myself face to face with Jason Vanderholt. He was just like his publicity shots, blue eyes, tanned skin, toned physique. He looked at me, one eyebrow slightly raised. Around him were several guys with cellphones out. An entourage.”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“house. I watched it parallel park, then go silent as the lights switched off. The driver’s side door opened, and my best friend, Matthew, stepped down. His cowboy boots”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“One of them sobbed. The other just shook. “I love you!” someone shouted.”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“multi-bazillion dollar New Light franchise, Vanderholt”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“Shut up okay?” Lori stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m a math major.”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“I rolled my eyes. “I tell him how hot he was in the New Light movies-” “Because I’m sure he never hears that,” I said. The New Light franchise was a trilogy of gladiator movies that I’d managed to avoid seeing, despite the fact that Jason Vanderholt’s long haired, shirtless figure had been plastered on every vertical surface for three years straight while they came out.”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“That part of me I’d thought was broken past repair, wasn’t so broken after all. I hadn’t forgotten how to dream, I’d just stopped paying attention.”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“to counterbalance my housemate, Lori, who just then skipped out the front door, jumped down onto the gravel, and struck an action pose, both hands up, ready to karate chop whatever imaginary adversary might be lurking under the giant cottonwood that dominated our front”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“our house. I watched it parallel park, then go”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“woodsmoke, flushed through my lungs, and the stars winked distantly in the deep cobalt sky. It was three thirty”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“door into the frigid, Albuquerque night. The crisp air, tinged with the scent of woodsmoke, flushed through my lungs, and the stars winked distantly in the deep cobalt sky. It was three thirty a.m.,”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“watched it parallel park, then go silent as the lights switched off. The driver’s side door opened, and my best friend, Matthew, stepped down. His cowboy boots thudded against the asphalt,”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“be lurking under the giant cottonwood that dominated our front yard. She wasn’t wearing any nylons with”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale

“crisp air, tinged with the scent of woodsmoke, flushed”
― E.M. Tippetts, Someone Else's Fairytale