“Why can’t we all just be honest with each other? It would be so easy to just not trust anyone ever, but you can’t go through life with a pair of scissors in each hand, snip-snip-snipping away at everything people… — Carrie Jones Copy Share Image
Loving you is a full-time job. It's a great job, don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the universe. But it's not… — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“She is really nice and everything, but totally not made of awesome the way Issie is.” — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“There are people who like cute, furry things and people who eat cute, furry things -Issy, pag. 53” — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“Nick laughs. Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips.I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That's… — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“Sometimes things aren't logical. Sometimes things don't follow timetables.” — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“He likes you, Zara. He took care of you. That's what men do when they take a shine to you.” — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“The only thing that scares me now is me. The [person] I might become. The [person] I dont ever want to be. Everybody has… — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“ Her arms quiver from holding the bowl. She must truly love him to hold that bowl for so very long. There must be… — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“Do I need to ask Mr. Colt to move?” She wiggles her lips. “Are we having a little love in the afternoon?” Everybody titters-not… — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“A tiny part of my heart is so happy to see him safe and laughing, but the other part is a black pit that… — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“We are not defined by our species any more than our nationality or our gender. What we do , our choices, that's what defines us.” — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“I am not a good fighter," I try to explain again, fingering the edge of my shirt. "I mean, I am really bad at… — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“Monsters? Why? Because we admit to the pain we cause? Admit we like it?...” — Carrie Jones Copy Share
“Then my cell phone buzzes again. I can’t quite get it out of my pocket because my arm is so bloody. Astley reaches down… — Carrie Jones Copy Share
