Top 160 Holly Jackson Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Well,’ Pip smiled, ‘I’m still me.’ She hoped that was true.”

— Holly Jackson

102. “Hey, Nat, do you think it’s at all possible that your brother is a serial killer? Yes, I know, I have a history of accusing you and your family members of murder.”

— Holly Jackson

103. “Who am I between the projects and the assignments when there’s nothing to do? I haven’t found her yet and it scares me. Maybe that’s why for my senior capstone project this year, I decided to solve a murder.”

— Holly Jackson

104. “Oh, cool,’ Simon said, between bites. ‘Didn’t know the Mafia was still a thing, I love The Godfather. “Revenge is a dish best served cold,”’ he said in a dreadful Italian American accent.”

— Holly Jackson

105. “And you’re telling me now,’ Oliver continued, still too calm, a clouded look in his eyes, the pupils too large and beetle-dark. ‘In front of everyone here, in front of my little sister.”

— Holly Jackson

106. “If only it had been that easy, Oliver. Throw money at the problem.”

— Holly Jackson

107. “Do you care?” Charlie asked. “Do you care what people think, if you know you’re right?”

— Holly Jackson

108. “That shut Ant-and-Lauren up.”

— Holly Jackson

109. “But she was actually Isla Jordan, a vulnerable young woman with an intellectual disability. All this time, Elliot had convinced himself – and Isla – that she was Andie.”

— Holly Jackson

110. “Take those feelings away, blow them out of her head.”

— Holly Jackson

111. “Pip had always been so curious about what was back there, the sort of wonder that dies a little more each year you grow older.”

— Holly Jackson

112. “You made it your job.’ He pushed against his knees and stood over her, his voice rising now. ‘You barged your way into my life, offering me this chance I never had before. You can’t take that away from me now; you know I need you. You can’t give up. This isn’t you.’ ‘I’m sorry.”

— Holly Jackson

113. “Andie got louder, Becca got quieter.”

— Holly Jackson

114. “Why was there pain everywhere? She was alive and it hurt to be alive.”

— Holly Jackson

115. “The man she’d once looked to as an almost-father. But then, Pip had lied too, hadn’t she? And she could tell herself she’d done it to protect the people she loved, but wasn’t that the exact same reason Elliot gave?”

— Holly Jackson

116. “Ravi had done what they set out to do. But their faces made her seethe. These weren’t just small deceits and innocent gaps in memory any more. This was a calculated, life-changing lie. A momentous treachery unburied from the pixels. And she would not look away or sit until she knew why.”

— Holly Jackson

117. “Outside, Pip stopped in the middle of the parking lot and looked up into the sky, clouds hiding the stars from her, hoarding them for themselves.”

— Holly Jackson

118. “For god’s sake, Simon, enough with The Office references,’ Maddy said. ‘He’s been doing that since middle school, before he even knew what it meant.”

— Holly Jackson

119. “Those family photographs may speak a thousand words but most of them are lies.”

— Holly Jackson

120. “I wish someone like you had been there for me,” Becca cried.”

— Holly Jackson

121. “Not then and there. Here and now.”

— Holly Jackson

122. “Rom-coms or films where boys get violently murdered?”

— Holly Jackson

123. “Well,’ he clapped his hands again, ’it wasn’t an accident. I killed your dog, Pip. See, destiny moves in mysterious ways, doesn’t it? Binding us together all the way back then. And now you’re here.”

— Holly Jackson

124. “Yes. I don’t want to argue with him, I just want what’s best for him. Want to push him to make smart decisions for his life, to do something that he loves. I know he’s capable of that. But he’s seemed stuck the last few years. Maybe I go about it the wrong way. I just don’t know how to help him.”

— Holly Jackson

125. “She hated him too, but the feeling was lost, subsumed by her hatred for the person sitting opposite her. Only the width of a table between them.”

— Holly Jackson

126. “You are the maximum amount of Pipness that any Pip could be. The Ultra-Pip. I’m going to introduce you to my family this weekend as Pippus Maximus.”

— Holly Jackson

127. “He’d got away with this for a long time; he knew things like that, just as she knew them.”

— Holly Jackson

128. “Remember me, Sarge?”

— Holly Jackson

129. “Luke’s eyes hardened, the pity a thing of the past. ‘You know the rules by now. I don’t answer questions. I don’t ask’em and I don’t answer’em.’ There was the slightest smirk on his face. ‘Rules apply to you too. I know you think you’re special, but you’re.”

— Holly Jackson

130. “Was that fair? Maybe Red’s understanding of it was skewed, because it didn’t seem fair at all, her life in the hands of five other people. But when had life ever been fair to her, why should death be any different?”

— Holly Jackson

131. “There’s nothing you can say that will make me more disgusted at myself than I already am. I said it couldn’t happen again and tried to call it off. Andie wouldn’t let me. She started threatening to turn me in. She interrupted one of my lessons, came over and whispered to me that she’d left a naked picture of herself hidden in the classroom somewhere and that I should find it before someone else did. Trying to scare me.”

— Holly Jackson

132. “How did everything go with you?” Pip asked, leaning forward to press her forehead against his, in the way he always did to her. To take on half her headaches, or half her nerves, he said.”

— Holly Jackson

133. “Stanley died with his ankles in her hands, scared and bleeding out while a fire raged around them. She didn’t think he’d want to be cremated, burned, like his father had done to those six kids.”

— Holly Jackson

134. “Then she said I should be grateful that someone had actually wanted me, because I was just the fat, ugly version of her. And she tried to push me out of the way. I just couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t believe she could be so cruel.”

— Holly Jackson

135. “That’s worth the risk. It’s too important.”

— Holly Jackson

136. “Andie flashed into her mind, her ghost sitting beside her, holding Pip’s hand. Poor Andie. She’d known what her father was. Had to come back every day to a house where a monster lived. Died trying to get away from him, to protect her sister from him.”

— Holly Jackson

137. “What a ridiculous word that was. Fine. She was undressing at knifepoint and there was a sniper outside and she was supposed to be dead. But she was fine, you know?”

— Holly Jackson

138. “I don’t trust coincidences.”

— Holly Jackson

139. “Wondered whether the moment of no return had already been and gone, or whether this was it, here, right now, hovering above that red button. Either way, going back didn’t exist any more, not for her. There was only forward. Only onwards. She straightened up and pressed record.”

— Holly Jackson

140. “Just as funny, as ridiculous, as the notion of decomposing bodies and the way we all become one. Disappearing wasn’t mysterious, it wasn’t thrilling; it was cold bodies with stiff limbs and purpling patches as the blood inside pooled.”

— Holly Jackson

141. “Both of my daughters are gone now. Reporters are back, lurking around my house, trying to get quotes for their stories. My second wife left me. I’m back in this town, in this house. You’ve done enough. More than enough, believe me.”

— Holly Jackson

142. “Celia Bourne, you are NOT the murderer.”

— Holly Jackson

143. “What are you, the tequila guardian?’ He pointed at her. ‘Right, because I’m Mexican?”

— Holly Jackson

144. “Tears like silent minnows chased down her cheeks.”

— Holly Jackson

145. “There hadn’t been a plan. Nothing beyond breaking the circle, beyond surviving, and killing him was how she survived. So, now that it was done, how did she keep on surviving?”

— Holly Jackson

146. “OK, good,’ Pip said, though she couldn’t help but wonder if the Reynoldses had just given her permission to blow up their family, like she had with the Wards and the Bells. They’d come to her, invited her in, but they didn’t really understand the destruction that came in with her, hand-in-hand through that front door which looked like a grinning smile.”

— Holly Jackson

147. “Three different stories, but one interconnected knot.”

— Holly Jackson

148. “It makes me so angry that this kind of cross-examination of victims is allowed. It almost shifts the burden of proof onto them, and it isn’t fair.”

— Holly Jackson

149. “She threw the duvet off and tiptoed across the landing to Josh’s room. He was sound asleep, his face lit up by his nightlight. Pip crept over to the foot of his bed and climbed under the covers beside him. She lay there, listening to his deep breaths, letting his warmth thaw her. Her eyes crossed as she stared ahead, transfixed by the soft blue light. Josh would be safe, if she was here to watch him.”

— Holly Jackson

150. “He murdered five people and pleaded guilty, yet in your headline you referred to him as a “lovesick young man.” Is that because he’s white?”

— Holly Jackson