She Doesn't Have a Clue Quotes

“So, I’ve learned to embrace the chaos.”
“But I don’t want to embrace the chaos,” Kate said, shaking her head. “I want to . . . to organize the chaos.”
Jake chuckled. “It’s chaos, Kate. By its very definition, it can’t be organized.”
“Only because no one’s tried hard enough yet,” Kate said with grim determination.”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“I don’t do spontaneous confrontation, okay? I need prep time. I need flowcharts and alternate scenarios and maybe some light dialogue prep....”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“That her feelings for Jake weren’t a mishmash of hope and fear and a longing so deep it scared her.”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“I didn’t kiss you,” Jake said. He’d dropped his voice low, the vibration of it changing her heartbeat. “You kissed me. And you were doing it for him. When I kiss you, it will be for you and me. Nobody else. And you’ll be stone-cold sober.”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“And what is that?” Jake asked meaningfully.
Kate looked up at the swath of sheets she had haphazardly taped and tacked to the attic wall. “That? Oh, it’s my murder board. Murder wall? Murder attic? No, that just sounds like an attic where you do all your murders. Murder wall, let’s go with murder wall.”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“Kate was certain of one thing— the full power of his kiss would be absolutely devastating. She wouldn’t survive it.
“Thank you,” she huffed as he pulled back.
Jake chuckled. “If you’re going to thank me for kissing you, Katey cakes, we’ll have a long night ahead of us.”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“Ladies first.”
“That’s sexist,” Kate said, chewing one corner of her lip as she eyed the stairs. “You should go first. As a male feminist.”
“Ah, but because I am a male feminist, I can allow a woman to face danger without needing to ride to her rescue as a white knight,” Jake countered.”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“So, you and Kate, huh? After all these years she finally worked up the ovaries to make it happen?”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“If by people you mean me, who had to drag her happy ass on a three-hour ferry ride back to Seattle to present the distinguished alumni award to you, only to receive a series of increasingly deranged texts from you about having an obviously fake case of mono.”
“It was real!” Kate said, far too defensively. “I had a doctor’s note and everything.”
“Mono is for filthy middle schoolers with loose lips, not hermits whose lips haven’t touched more than a takeout order of eggrolls in the last year.”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“So I think we just . . . we call a truce. For the weekend. Pretend . . . pretend we’re still . . .” Still what? Still harboring fantasies about the other person when we’re two glasses of wine and half an episode of The Bachelorette into the evening? Still have their phone listed in most frequent contacts because we keep typing up long, weepy, apologetic texts and deleting them the next morning? Still can’t go to the dim sum shop on the corner without our hearts stopping if someone with tousled blond hair is occupying the back corner booth?”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue

“I mean, look at Jessica Fletcher. How many people have to kick the bucket around her before you start looking for blood spatter on that typewriter? Murder, She Committed, am I right?”
― Jenny Elder Moke, She Doesn't Have a Clue