In Between Quotes

“I love that feeling, when music rumbles in your chest and soaks all the way through, like it’s a part of you.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“There are mistakes, and then there are choices.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“My own forecast? How about stressful with a hundred percent chance of freaking out.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“WWJD,”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“This is a great turtle, Katie.” “James.” Millie brings the waffles to the table. “Are you blind?” Yeah, you tell him, Millie. Some people just can’t appreciate good art. Millie holds her folded napkin up proudly. “It’s a frog.” True artists (like Picasso or me) are always misunderstood.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“One of these days really soon, you’re going to be able to say, ‘I know what it is to be wanted, what it is to be loved. I know what home is, and I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“And he slept right through it?” Apparently everyone in town is familiar with Mr. Patton’s teaching style. “No, he shot out of his chair, yelling, ‘Give me liberty or give me death!”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“Like ‘No dinner for you until you’ve cleaned the refrigerator!’ Or how about ‘No water for you until you’ve filed our taxes, waxed our vehicles, washed the dog, patched the roof, and given Grandma Scott her pedicure.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“I'm delicate and refined!"
"I've seen you pick a wedgie in public.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“Dinner is a quiet affair. At least on my end. Mr. and Mrs. Scott do all the talking, and I do all the eating. Actually I don’t really eat. I just shove things around on my plate until I finally discover a use for Rocky the horse. It seems he’s mighty fond of Mrs. Scott’s pot roast with the potato-and-carrot medley. Part of my brain is marveling over the food before me, the taste and appearance, as well as the care that went into making it. My own mother thought variety in your diet meant eating a different Hot Pocket than you did the night before. But the dinner table scene is just too awkward and foreign for me to be able to do anything but sit here with a stomach full of nerves. I sneak a glance under the table at Rocky making a big production of licking the gravy off his mammoth chops.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“First, Mr. and Mrs. Scott could be total lunatics. Kooks. They could be scary, scary people with evil, evil plans.” All right, let’s not even delve into that line of thought. I keep on babbling. “Next, there is the idea they only get foster children for slave labor. I mean, I am their temporary kid, and since they will be my temporary parents, I am expected to obey their every command. Like ‘No dinner for you until you’ve cleaned the refrigerator!’ Or how about ‘No water for you until you’ve filed our taxes, waxed our vehicles, washed the dog, patched the roof, and given Grandma Scott her pedicure.’ “Or maybe they are do-gooders who think I’m the evil one, and they’ll try to mold me into some goody-goody freak of nature, who never stops smiling, sings show tunes, and says crazy stuff like, ‘Yes, ma’am, I’d love to watch more public television tonight.’” The”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“First,”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“Katie?” Here it comes. I sigh. “Yes, Mrs. Smartly.” Tell me what’s on your heart. Just get the gooshy stuff over with. “You have a French fry stuck to your leg.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“Can you call it a town if there isn’t even a McDonald’s? How does a person survive without easy access to chicken nuggets?”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“the fact is Mrs. Bobbie Ann Parker (a.k.a. my mom) found not everyone liked her products or appreciated her business skills. And when I say everyone, I mean the police. And when I say products, I mean drugs.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“The guys who like me usually have a few body piercings and a taste for cheap cigarettes.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“It’s about a teenage girl. She finds out she’s a princess, goes to live in a foreign country, endures rigorous training to become royalty, wins the heart of everyone in the land, hooks up with a boy, and finds out she is to one day be queen of an entire nation.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“I am so not into poetry. I thoroughly dislike the stuff. You read a poem, and it speaks to you. You write a stupid essay on it, and the teacher tells you your interpretation is wrong, and the author is really saying something else entirely. Oh, really? Did you talk to the author yourself? No, I didn’t think so!”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“children are. Moms to push their swings. Dads to wipe the dirt off scraped knees. Beyond the park there’s a water”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“Oh, to be the author of prison letters. It's a young girl's dream come true.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“and see”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“Maybe kids are like parents—we don’t pick them, you know? We just gotta work with what we’ve got.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“God’s road map”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“He wants you to hand the keys over and let him drive.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“That’s all it comes down to. One choice, one wrong choice, and I sit here eaten up with guilt and a hundred other horrible feelings I can’t even begin to name.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“hasn’t shown a single sign of wanting to stone me for my misdeeds and poor choice of friends, so what’s a little”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“I bristle at this. My mother happens to be in prison right now. The only bright side about that is she is probably getting better food than I’ve been. My mother was one of those high-rolling entrepreneurs. She was doing so well, and it just all caved in on her. One of those dot-com businesses, you might inquire? Corporate takeover, perhaps? You know, those are all really great suggestions, but the fact is Mrs. Bobbie Ann Parker (a.k.a. my mom) found not everyone liked her products or appreciated her business skills. And when I say everyone, I mean the police. And when I say products, I mean drugs.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“I like to say my mom and dad ran off and joined the circus, and due to the fact that I’m allergic to spandex and heavy stage make-up, I could not join their trapeze act. Sometimes I add that I’m just hanging out at Sunny until I can perfect my fire-eating routine.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“And their Bible? Until Nicholas Sparks puts out a version, I don’t know that I’ll ever get through that thing.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between

“kids who have been tossed around some, we just want to be accepted. And who is the most accepting group on a school campus? The troublemakers. It may not be right, but sometimes it’s as close to right as we can find.”
― Jenny B. Jones, In Between