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1 " He was the most perfectly formed man she'd ever imagined. He was movie stars, men in underwear commercials, guys at the gym, the construction worker in the red T-shirt who'd whistled at her but she'd pretended she hadn't heard; he was the men in three-piece suits whose brains were as sexy as their bodies; he was lazy, indolent seventeen-year-old boys whose muscles bulged out of their clothes, rodeo stars, and those smooth-cheeked, eyeglassed men who held their children tenderly. He was all of them. "
― Jude Deveraux , Sweet Liar (Montgomery/Taggert, #18)
2 " I discovered that seventeen-year-old girls have such huge verbal energy that their brain drives them to expend it every twenty seconds. On the third day I decided I had to find her a boyfriend -- if possible, a deaf one. "
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón , The Angel's Game (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #2)
3 " Once upon a time, there had been a seventeen-year-old assassin who had never let anyone get closer to her. Then, with the turning of a page, her story changed forever. "
― Alyson Serena Stone , Once
4 " …Obviously, I have always wished I could remember what happened in that wood. The very few people who know about the whole Knocknaree thing invariably suggest, sooner or later, that I should try hypnotic regression, but for some reason I find the idea distasteful. I’m deeply suspicious of anything with a whiff of the New Age about it—not because of the practices themselves, which as far as I can tell from a safe distance may well have a lot to them, but because of the people who get involved who always seem to be the kind who corner you at parties to explain how they discovered that they are survivors and deserve to be happy. I worry that I might come out of hypnosis with that sugar-high glaze of self-satisfied enlightenment, like a seventeen-year-old who’s just discovered Kerouak, and start proselytizing strangers in pubs… "
― Tana French , In the Woods (Dublin Murder Squad, #1)
5 " I touched his hand, carefully. Not too intimate, but not some half-assed there-there pat, either. Would he understand? Usually the thought process for a seventeen-year-old boy went girl touching me>omg>boner. "
― Leah Raeder , Unteachable
6 " I stood there, staring at my clothes. What does a mama wear to her son’s funeral? I looked over my wardrobe.There were outfits purchased for work, church, and casual weekends but nothing to wear to the burial of my seventeen-year-old son. "
7 " Four months in the life of a seventeen-year-old is the stuff of swings and roundabouts "
8 " Sooo, I'm tired of people thinking I'm a freak. I know you can't relate to that but -" " Get over it already, will ya?" Candace stood. " You're not Smellody anymore. You're pretty. You can get hot guys now. Tanned ones with good vision. Not geeky hose jousters." She shut the window. " Don't you ever want to use your lips as something other than veneer protectors?" Melody felt a familiar pinch behind her eyes. Her throat dried. Her eyes burned. And then they came. Like salty little paratroopers, tears descended en masse. She hated Candace thought she had never made out with a boy. But how could she convince a seventeen-year-old with more dates than a fruitcake that Randy the Starbucks cashier (aka Scarbucks, because of his acne scars) was a great kisser? She couldn't. "
9 " ...clearly, we're supposed to be together. If this were the internet, seventeen-year-old girls would be writing slash fiction about us as we speak. "
― Vaughn R. Demont , Lightning Rod (Broken Mirrors, #2)
10 " I have to say that you're the last person I'd have expected would have a seventeen-year-old daughter. You're so..." Alice stopped, suddenly looking guilty." Dashing?" Gunner supplied. " Debonair?" " A bit of a dawg, actually. "
11 " Looking back on his adolescence from the vantage point of his mid-eighties, George H.W. Bush candidly admitted, " I might have been obsessed with bodies – boobs they are now called. But what seventeen-year-old kid was not? Guilty am I. "
12 " My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me—it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next. "
― Michelle Hodkin , The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer, #1)
13 " Anyway, I forgot all about him once I graduated. So quickly and easily, it was weird. What was it about him that had made the seventeen-year-old me fall so hard? Try as I might, I couldn’t remember. Life is strange, isn’t it? You can be totally entranced by something one minute, be willing to sacrifice everything to make it yours, but then a little time passes, or your perspective changes a bit, and all of a sudden you’re shocked at how its glow has faded. What was I looking at? you wonder. So that’s the story of my ‘breaking-and-entering’ period. "
14 " You may wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it is not up to a seventeen-year-old boy to tell me how to do my job! It's time you learned some respect!''It's time you earned it,' said Harry. "
15 " Can dragons fly?" The apparent change of subject didn't seem to startle the Mage. " No. Not at all. They do not have wings, ... " If you want a flying spell creature, you need a Roc." " A what?" " A Roc. It is a giant bird," Alain explained. Mari shook her head. " A giant bird. I'm crazy to be listening to this, you know that?" " I have thought…” He fumbled for words, for a moment looking just like any other seventeen-year-old young man. Was that actually embarrassment showing? “You might…be interested…someday….in flying…on a Roc. I mean…with me.” “Are you asking me on a date?” Mari tried desperately not to laugh at his discomfort. “A date on a giant bird?” “Um…I do not know…just something to do…together. That is not dangerous,” Alain added hastily. “Doing something together, that isn’t dangerous?” Mari asked. “That would be a change of pace for us, wouldn’t it? … " Have you ever gone…flying…with a girl before?” Was he blushing? Just the faintest hint of it, but—stars above. She had made a Mage blush. “No,” Alain said. "
16 " somewhere between hello and I want this job, he'd lost all business sense and hired the pretty lady just because she wanted the job. Was it because she turned him into a seventeen-year-old with raging hormones? "
