Lisi Harrison Quotes

A burrito is a delicious food item that breaks down all social barriers and leads to temporary spiritual enlightenment.

One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

This is a combo between Taco and Burrito, nacho!

Inspiration is all around us. Don't let the brain limit the mind .

Bean, what's one step worse then a fashion don't?....a fashion don't even THINK about it.

Don't ever tell anyone where you bought something. If you get a complement say, "Thank you. I got it in Europe.

Are you nervous about no longer being a big fish in a small pond?

These girls want nothing to do with last season's clothes.

Loser loser, double loser, whatever, as if, get the picture. DUH!

The Clique: The only thing harder then getting in is staying in.

This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show em there's nothing to be afraid of. If we don't get over our fears, they never will.

If at first you don't succeed, You're not an Alpha

A good boss asks what part she could have played in the problem. And then she asks herself what she can do better next time.

Claire, did I invite you to my BBQ?" "No." "Then why are you up in my grill?

Uh, I thought DVDs werne't allowed at my sleepovers. They're not. Then why am i watching the Lady and the Tramp?

Because whipping an atlas at Jackson's head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn't. Instead she'd been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.

Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe. "Worn and old, just like Viv," he'd say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak.

She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.

Never slam a car door. According to the Westchester elite, it's a heinous crime, as heartless as kicking a puppy.

And when things start to go wrong, a good boss doesn't just fire everybody and start over.

Kuh-laire, Is cam a fattening Girl Scout Cookie layered with peanut butter and a chocolate coating? No. Then dont make him a tagalong!

After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she'd quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.

I was a terrible athlete and a pretty bad student. I couldn't focus. My imagination was always racing.

Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes. Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka's lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.

It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.

Do you play football for Pittsburgh? Then why are you such a Steeler?!

Are you a peice of Saran Wrap? No Well then why are you acting so clingy?

We're doing the Twyla, not Twilight, so stop sucking!

Is my name V? No... Then why would I follow U?

Those fruity drinks better have a lot of caffeine in them or I'll never make it through World Issues.

One of the best things you can relate to is a detailed story.

When the horse was little, Massie had covered the walls with posters of young fillies that she thought Brownie would find sexy.

My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.

I completely remember the horror I felt when my pits started getting hairy. I would walk with my arms pressed against my sides.

I don't like the vampire books. I don't like any of those.

What was it about high school that made people think with their insecurities instead of their brains?

This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?

I like writing about the issues we all bump up against as we get older, but I try to present them in a fun way.

She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

Something about Bekka and Haylee reminded her of Candace's line between ingenious and insane. Ingenuity inspired their dreams, and insanity gave them the courage to pursue them. It was something Melody wanted for herself.

Truth is beauty

It's never too late to fix things with people you love, Massie. Kendra said. That's true. William agreed.

Is this place called Virgins? Well, I shouldn't be here! -Nina

Do I look like a Jonas Brother? Then why is everyone waiting for me to lose it?

You must be poor. why? cuz ur not making any cents!

Is my name dorothy? No Then why do u think munchkins could help me?

Why limit yourself to just one best friend?

Do you work at the grocery store? Then why are you checking me out?

Massie's frindship is something that has to be earned. Not because she's beautiful or popular but because she's loyal.