A Perfect Mess Quotes

“to the door,”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“Sometimes I feel like I could disappear and no one would miss me, like a sad, forlorn helium balloon floating away until it vanishes.”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“Because a mongoose doesn’t mate with”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“Whoever was there is gone now," Booker said on his way back down the stairs. "Are you all right, sugar?"
I took the towel he handed me. My eyes narrowed. "I will be once the heart attack you gave me subsides."
"I have that effect on all the girls.”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“I didn't ask you to come by, Booker. You're the one who scared me to death!" His gaze pinned me, and that freaking annoying, mocking smile curved his lips. "Always with the argument, Aubree, Just move it, sugar. We'll argue right and wrong after I check things out." He slapped me on my ass. I was so outraged that I punched him on the arm.
He had the nerve to laugh.”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“avoided his gaze, squared my shoulders against the forbidden discussion. But Booker was unpredictable. You never”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“I wanted to give her everything, be everything for her. I wanted to press her to my heart and never let her go. She filled up the hole inside me, flooded all the pain away, made me believe for a moment that everything… could work out, and I was all about the possibilities.

It was genuine. It was heartbreaking. It was… a perfect mess.”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“You going to play me, Booker?”
“You’d make a beautiful song.”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“This solution is incorrect, Miss Walker." I looked down at the formula and went back over it carefully. "No, sir. I believe that this is the correct answer. I'm sure I got it right." "No. It's wrong." "Could you tell me why?" "Because a mongoose doesn't mate with a chicken." "What? I'm sorry. I don't understand what that has to do with math." "Exactly. Perhaps you haven't been working hard enough. Maybe you got too many A's and not enough F's. Everyone in this class knows that a mongoose doesn't mate with a chicken." I looked around at the class. All the desks were occupied with... chickens. They all looked at me with beady red eyes and sharp yellow beaks, laughing their fool chicken heads off.
Oh god, I was being mocked by a roomful of chickens who knew how to do math better than I did. "But they're all chickens. Of course, they would know the answer." "That's right, and you're not a chicken." "But I could be a chicken. I could study more, work harder." "I'm afraid not. Do you know what happens to you in this class if you get the problem wrong? If you don't measure up?" "No, sir." "It's the stewpot. We don't tolerate stupid chickens in here." "But...but I'm not a chicken." "No? Then you're just plain stupid." "No!" I cried. "I'll try harder. I'll be as good as I can."
"I'll be the perfect chicken," I murmured, tossing and turning, kicking at the bed sheets. A pillow sailed across the room and struck me right in the head, drawing me out of that fitful dream. "Aubree, you're having the chicken dream again. If you don't shut up, I'm going to yank out all your feathers," Ashley grumbled.”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess

“We both spoke”
― Zoe Dawson, A Perfect Mess