Varian Johnson Quotes

Just because he doesn't want to hear it doesn't mean you shouldn't say it.

Wait -- you kissed a girl you didn't like, tried to make me jealous, and almost got kicked out of school -- and you still didn't learn how to dance?' She looked at the ceiling. 'Why are boys so stupid?

Just because you don't see the path, doesn't mean it's not there.

I don’t care how many courses you take or how many books you read. You’ll never understand what it means to be a Negro. You’ll never face the discrimination they see every day. You’ll never struggle the way they do. Now, enough talking. Here comes Dub.

Look alive, Greencloaks,” Abeke said, reloading her bow. “We’re under attack.

Good luck, my lor—uh, Devin—I mean, Worthy.

There's nothing wrong with being a feminist," Grandma said. "Don't you two want women to have the same rights as men?" Both Myron and I nodded. "Good, then you're feminists.

Brandon said. “I guess I like boy books.” What does that even mean? Candice wanted to ask. Books about guns and war? Books that only contain boys?

I unscrewed the cap and brought the purple-lined rim to my mouth. Then I almost hacked up a lung. Madeline remained motionless as I struggled for breath. 'So what part of this is supposed to be fun?' I asked. 'Just relax,' she said. 'You can't rush the feeling. It takes a few minutes for the alcohol to take effect.' [...] She sat up and picked up the bottle. 'You having fun yet?' 'Of course. Can't you tell from my labored breathing and the look of pain on my face?

Madeline, I know we can be a little conservative-' 'Conservative? How about down right mean?' She pointed at me, hard and angry. 'You people are quick to ask forgiveness, but won't think twice about condemning others for the same mistakes.' She shook her head. 'If I was God, I'd be pretty damn ashamed of how fucked up church has gotten.

Jackson pictured the Ruth Bader Ginsburg Chia Pet hidden underneath his bed.

Just because you don’t see the path doesn’t mean it’s not there.

His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a little. "You like puzzle books and you haven't read The Westing Game?!' he yelled.

presidents have heard anything. Or I could —

her head. “Can you believe it? We might actually get on TV! We’ll be famous.” Dr. Kelsey rounded the corner toward the security room. When he had contacted the superintendent last week about a replacement hard drive for the security system, all he had received was a tongue-lashing about the damaged floors. Of course, considering that Katie Accord had transferred from Maplewood to Riggins last summer, Dr. Kelsey shouldn’t have been surprised that

James unlocked the door. “But maybe you’ve watched enough video feeds this week. All that staring at the monitor and such can’t be good for the brain, you know.” Even though she could tell Mr. James wasn’t happy, he was smiling. It was pained, but it was a smile. Serena picked up her book bag. “Look

Hashemi Larijani. Or Charlie’s new best friend, Bradley Boardman. It’s funny

Yuck,” Conor said from up ahead. “I walked right into a spiderweb.” Then a second later, he added, “Sorry Meilin. I meant to say a mouse web.

risks.

who you sound like, right?” That shut Gaby up. It had taken Omar a few minutes of stuttering and stammering that Friday afternoon, but eventually he had asked her to the formal. And Gaby said yes because … Well, because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He had done such a good job with her campaign, and he was a nice guy. Considerate and friendly. There were worse people to attend the formal with. Then he asked her to come watch him play at the Fitz. She found herself saying yes again, because really, after all his help with the election, the least she could do was give up a few hours of her time to watch him play basketball. But now that she was actually in the stands, with the sun beating down on her and time seemingly standing still, she wished she had had the courage — or at least the common sense — to say no.

sweet in the world. His

Kovo,” Meilin muttered, staring into the flames. “Kovo, the Great Betrayer.

Nice try, Jackson.” Victor turned to Bradley. “The next time you create a disappearing ink, make sure it lasts longer than an hour.” Jackson pursed his lips together and glanced at Bradley. “An hour?” Bradley shrugged. “I didn’t expect them to write the answers on paper. I thought they’d write on their skin.” “It was a smart plan,” Victor continued. “A nice countermove. When did you replace the pens in Mrs. Clark’s file cabinet? Last week?” Jackson cracked a smile. “I wish I could claim we swapped out the pens that far in advance, but honestly, we replaced them a few minutes before Rob and Thom went in.

off the first time,

Hashemi nodded toward a stack of tablets on a bookshelf. “You can’t put a price on technological

betting against

supposed to be attending all of Jackson’s meetings. How is it that you didn’t find this out before yesterday?” Rob shrugged. “And if you had known, what would you have done about it?” “I would have talked to Keith. Convinced him not to pay for that new hard drive.” Victor stood up from the couch. “But it doesn’t matter. We still have the doctored video of Jackson’s crew.” He picked up his book bag and pulled a small box from it. “I need another favor,” he said to Kayla. He handed her the box and waited for her to open it. “Those are the watches we’re supposed to use on Friday. They put out UV light, allowing us to see the answers written on the back of our hands.

afternoon, Mr. James zipped around the school in his golf cart and sped toward the back of the building. In the fourteen years that he’d been working at Maplewood, it had become a tradition for him to see off the athletic teams when they had away games. And even though he was supposed to be monitoring the front exits, there was no way he was going to tempt fate by skipping the send-off. This game was too important.

contained an Omnitask 3000 multicore processor, tri-band Wi-Fi technology, two GPS chips, a twenty-megapixel camera with zoom and flash, voice recognition software, Bluetooth, an accelerometer, a gyroscope, and a slide

Kirat shook his head. “Why should I put my animal in danger? We wouldn’t be in this mess if she had shot him like I demanded.

There is never any harm in asking a question. You just have to be prepared to hear the answer.

died

Likewise, she figured that the large, flat end of the paddle would be adequate enough to propel them through the water. She would have preferred a sail to navigate the underground winds, but that would have been difficult to make in such limited time, with such threadbare supplies. “It looks good,” she said, handing it back. Then, after a moment, she added, “Thank you.” Takoda looked at the gourd. “I guess we should start packing up the boat.” She heard the sadness in his voice. “Do you want eat first, and then go? We can take a few more minutes—” “No,” he replied. “It would better if we ate while we traveled. No point in wasting any more time.” He walked off toward the boat. Meilin let him go. Takoda was struggling enough with Xanthe’s disappearance as it was, and Meilin didn’t think she had the words to comfort him.

for night vision. The ones inside have older

stopped asking her out —

Abeke shook her head. “Was there not another way? I don’t like intimidating people with violence.” “Says the girl who met me with a bow in her hand,” Dante replied.

Yeah,” Rollan said. “Everyone makes mistakes. Even me, every once in a while.

Teagan and I dropped into chairs beside him. My stutter, which always acted up when my emotions were running high, gave away how excited I was to be here. My first real poetry slam. A few minutes later,

That man’s gonna make us his slaves, one way or another.

Maybe that doesn’t make her a failure in our eyes, but the world doesn’t always see people in the way we want.

Clearly, this hasn't been a good day for either of us. - Jackson

He kissed another girl, Mom." "Well, yes. But as I understand it, it was just a slight --

If I'm being totally honest, I didn't pick the lock." She spun the lock around her index finger. "I guessed the combination." Jackson swallowed what felt like sand. The combination was her birthday. "That's what I get for being predictable.

I've got dead skin cells with more personality. - Jackson

You know, you can invite him over. I don't bite." "Daddy, the last time he was here, you started cleaning your hunting knife." "It was a joke," he said. "Jackson was supposed to laugh, not run for the door.

Maybe we should talk to Dr. Kelsey," Bradley chimed in. "He's not so mad about the heist anymore." He crinkeled his nose. "Well, except when Keith's father calls. Or Gaby enters the office. Or --

Have I ever let you down?" Charlie crossed his arms. "Don't look at me like that. Your eyebrows grew back. Eventually.

We're going to pull an Isabel Lahiri with a Ben Kenobi, a Mutara Nebula, two Han van Meegerens, a Sue Storm, a White Elephant, a pair of Mr. Magoos, and a Super Bowl Forty-Seven." No one spoke for a few seconds. Finally, Megan and Hash turned to each other. "I have no idea what any of that means," she said. "But at least he used a Star Trek reference.

It’s just … I don’t think there’s such a thing as boy books or girl books. I think there are people books.