Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative. — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“She had started driving past his apartment to see whether or not his car was out front. She had looked up his phone number,… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
I like to play poker. I have a nice poker group that's been going on for years. — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“David had said something about her 'distinctive features'. Was he going to make her look ethnic? Jade worried. She was trying so hard to… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“How inappropriate,’ Lila said coldly. ‘Who’d ever dream of showing up at a dance in a wheelchair? What does she think she’s going to… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“Honestly,’ she said when they were out of Bruce’s earshot, ‘he’s as bad in the kitchen as you are. What do you people do… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
No matter when you were born or where, puberty is the same. It's the same for your parents as it is for you -… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“Ever since her obsession with Jonathan Cain, a deranged transfer student who had been at Sweet Valley for a month, Enid’s life had been… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“Losers with no imagination say that if you start a new school, there has to be a first day. How come they haven't figure… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“The documents were in English—sort of—but the language was so convoluted that it was beginning to give her a headache. It made for even… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“As the crow flies. That’s how she liked to walk. So what if she had nowhere to go? So what if no one on… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“She’ll probably have all the work made up and a dozen stories written for The Oracle before I finish that one stupid book report… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
Humiliation, by the way, is a truly terrible emotion. It's at the bottom of the pile. — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
“His eyes narrowed with scorn. “I know a lot of things about you I didn’t know before, Enid. I know, for instance, that you’re… — Francine Pascal Copy Share Image
