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1 " Everybody was sorry. Sorry was easy. Sorry was for suckers. "
― Gretchen McNeil , Possess
2 " Rule Number Two, Monsignor. Do not show pity. "
3 " Women are not on this planet exclusively to inspire men and make them happy. We have our own dreams and needs, our own shit to get done. "
― Gretchen McNeil , I'm Not Your Manic Pixie Dream Girl
4 " She felt like a baton getting passed along in a relay race, completely devoid of any control over her destiny. "
5 " Someone tells me I’ve been touched by Jesus, I remember.”“Not Jesus,” he said in all seriousness. “The hand of God. "
6 " As she stared down at Stef's coffin, all she could picture was the scene at the Marquette cemetery, Stef's head in Becca's lap, her skin turning a sickly shade of grayish brown, her eyes open but unseeing, as her life slowly drained away. "
― Gretchen McNeil , #Murderfunding (MurderTrending, #2)
7 " Stef returned her smile. She was so beautiful. So wounded and tough and beautiful on the inside too, and Becca wanted to hold her like that forever until they were both old and wrinkly and lived in a giant house with forty cats. But with her eyes wide, her lips smiling, Stef's body went slack in Becca's arms. "
8 " For a moment, the world moved in slow motion. Becca and Lars tumbling through the air, arcing towards the balcony platform from the force of Lar’s running start off the top of the turret. Becca was over Lars, then under him, then over again as they descended. She couldn’t see anything but Lar’s face smiling at her; then someone grabbed her arm and yanked her away as Lars continued to fall into the gap. "
9 " Coop floored the accelerator and bounced the bus out of the parking lot onto one of the internal streets that crisscrossed the lot. Becca gripped a stripper pole with both hands as he careened around a corner towards the main gate, hardly slowing down. "
10 " I thought you'd be better at this.""Why?"Bridget shrugged. "'Cause your dad's a cop.""Right," Matt said, shifting his body so he wasn't blocking the light. "Why wouldn't he teach me Breaking and Entering 101?"Bridget stifled a yawn. "Might be helpful now.""Patience, grasshopper." Matt inserted a second metal prong into the lock. "I know a few tricks."Bridget heard a soft click, and Matt raised his eyebrows in an unspoken "I told you so" before twisting the handle. The door swung open."Slick, MacGyver," Bridget whispered, patting him on the head. "Remind me to give you a cookie. "
11 " Women are not on this planet exclusively to inspire men and make them happy. We have our own dreams and needs, our own shit to get done. We run companies, countries, international organizations. We're not props, and we're certainly not here to cater to mens' egos. "
12 " As expected, the church lady grumbled something incoherent and put Bridget’s call on hold. A peppy rendition of “City of God” blared as hold music just long enough for Bridget to start to sing along with the chorus. Catholic brainwashing at its best. "
13 " How much time had she wasted living in fear? Living for others? How much of her life would she continue to let slip away without enjoying a single moment?That ended. Here and now. "
― Gretchen McNeil , Ten
14 " I'd found so much comfort in my precise, flawless formulas, and yet life wasn't precise or flawless. Life was a mess. "
15 " You can take the girl out of the universe but you can’t take the universe out of the girl. "
― Gretchen McNeil , 3:59
16 " Yep, she was a disastrophe. Pathetic. "
17 " The only thing worse than the smell of burning plastic grass was the smell of burning man bun mixed with burning plastic grass. "
― Gretchen McNeil , #Murdertrending (MurderTrending, #1)
18 " Women are not on this planet exclusively to inspire men and make them happy. We have our own dreams and needs, our own shit to get done. We run companies, countries, international organizations. We're not props, and we're certainly not here to cater to men's egos. "
19 " Pumpkin Bunny. Bridget's eyes drifted to the bookshelf where her favorite childhood toy sat propped up in the corner. It had been a gift from her dad from before she could remember, a soft, fluffy stuffed bunny popping out of a pumpkin like a stripper from a birthday cake. "
20 " brought her here. I thought we’d agreed on that.” “I know "
