Maureen Johnson (born February 16, 1973) is an American author of young adult fiction. She has published ten young adult novels to date, including the Shades of London series and the Suite Scarlett series.
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
Sometimes artist like to catch themselves looking out, let the world see them for once. It's a signature. This one is a very bold one. But this is also a witnessing. We want to remember, and we want to be remembered. That's why we paint.
I am a mass of contradictions.
Don't get stabbed. It makes everything awkward.
What are you?" I asked. "I'm the Ghost of the Night Before Exams. " "And how long did it take you to come up with that?" Jazza asked. "I'm a busy man," he replied.
We learn that many great thinkers were convinced that the Bible contained the Ancient Mysteries, but not in the literal words—that the words on the pages were codes, and that the Bible is comprised of heavy-handed and useless story covering up something much more important and interesting. I get the feeling that [Dan Brown] is trying to tell me something, but I am not biting, reader.
I'm done. I'm going to go to bed and read important books about theater. " "It would would be easier if you just said porn," Scarlett said. "No idea what you're talking about. But knock first if you need me.
The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.
She didn't even notice right away that a small animal had come out from behind a nearby car and was slowly making its way toward the trash can she was standing near. She flipped through some old files in her mind, trying to come up with what this thing might be, and after a few seconds decided that--impossible as it seemed--it was a fox.
She firmly held the theory that everyone gets at least one very stupid superpower.
Why Paris? Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.
I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.
The truth was that she had managed to betray everyone by doing nothing. No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong. Not cheating on a non-boyfriend with the non-boyfriend of a friend. The pressure of thinking that one through made her swollen body ache.
They weren't pressed together as closely as normal, but his shoulder bumped hers, then remained there. It was very subtle, and possibly even accidental, but it was enough.
I guess life is full of maybes.
WORTH IT and perfect are different things. No one’s perfect, yet in romance, everyone becomes WORTH IT. And that’s the trick.
i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.
You're. . . a demon hunter?' 'It's not as exciting as it sounds,' he said. 'There is a surprising amount of paperwork involved.
Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.
Nothing was quite like it was supposed to be.