Tracy Flick Quotes

I try not to think too much about those days now - let the past be past. The truth is, we're all prisoners of our historical context. Anybody who says morality is absolute, that right and wrong don't change over time, you know what? They just haven't lived long enough. (Page 33)

But it wasn't really about her looks; there was just this current running between us, a really strong connection. Her absence always felt abrupt and unfair when we parted at the end of the day, like someone had unplugged the radio in the middle of a good song. (Page 37)

It was going to be awkward, though, seeing him again at the ceremony, listening to him make a speech that would undoubtedly be witty and touching, but would omit the essential truth, which was that they’d loved each other for a while, and then he’d broken her heart.

And then, Lance walked out on her right after the holidays, no warning at all, unless you count years of unhappiness as a warning.

I’ve paid my dues,” I told him. “I’ve learned a lot from Jack Weede, and from you, and I’ve formed strong working relationships throughout the building. With all due respect, I believe I’m the most qualified person to lead Green Meadow High School into the twenty-first century.

I try not to think too much about those days now—let the past be past. The truth is, we’re all prisoners of our historical context. Anybody who says morality is absolute, that right and wrong don’t change over time, you know what? They just haven’t lived long enough.

the false promises of digital technology and social networking. It wasn’t bringing us together; it was making us lonelier and more selfish, less connected to our flesh-and-blood neighbors.

Maybe the dead know, their eyes widening at last, Seeing the high beams of a million galaxies flick on At twilight.

It was easy to forget, when you were a grown-up and high school was safely in the past, how it felt to be a captive audience, the way time could stand still in a classroom, and one bad teacher could poison your entire life.

There's this other guy," I said. "He ate a really big sandwich." Lily Chu, page 88

With a quiet pause, he let his hand come to rest just below the triangle of blond curls that concealed her most tender flesh. "Cade?" she said in a strained voice. "Close your eyes," he commanded. "Close your eyes and let me please you." "But you have... you do." "Good. Then let me please you more." Parting her, he eased a finger inside and began to stroke. She arched, inadvertently driving him even further inside. Her body responded, sending down a rush of wetness that made his caresses that much easier, that much more inviting. As he'd asked, she let her eyelids flutter closed, her head rolling against the sheets, while need coiled hot as a brand through her belly and between her legs. Unable to govern her reaction, her breath came in fast, little pants, her legs parting as he continued his deep inner massage. Leaning up, he caught her mouth in a slow, ravishing kiss, tangling his tongue with hers in an imitation of what he was doing to her below. She gave a muffled cry when he added another finger, filling her in a way that drove her right to the edge. A few strokes later a swirling flick of his thumb sent her hurtling over, her fingers clenching in his hair as she shook with release. But he wasn't done, stoking her desire with deep, open-mouthed kisses that made her moan, his fingers building her need once more so that she could do nothing but yearn, held utterly in his thrall until he finally took mercy and sent her flying yet again.

She was straight out of the Tracy Flick and Hermione Granger School for Smarty Pantsing.