Top 280 Maureen Johnson Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “Nothing is longer than a little while.”

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252. “Stevie had never put these Stevies together to assemble a portrait of herself – her choices had not been failures. They had been choices. It was all one Stevie, and that Stevie was worthwhile.”

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253. “They were poets – machine-gun poets who brooked no compromise, who rode any road they wished, who drove laughing into the sun.”

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254. “Endless white ground below, and swirling flakes, and a lonely whistle of wind, and the shadow of houses.”

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255. “This realization burned.”

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256. “No one gets Paris after one visit. No one.”

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257. “In English Murder Villages, vats exist for the express purpose of drowning people – in beer, in pickling brine, in whiskey, in jam. This is doubly true if the vat was built by fourteenth-century monks.”

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258. “Stevie packed like someone who just heard that reports of the monster were true, and it was headed toward the city.”

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259. “It was as if the news itself wanted to reassure me. Even Jack the Ripper himself had reappeared as part of the greeting committee.”

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260. “You know how depression lies? Well anxiety is stupid. I did not just say people with anxiety are stupid. No, no. I mean that anxiety itself is stupid. If you asked anxiety what two plus two is, anxiety will think very hard and say “triangle” or “a bag of Fritos” or “a commemorative stamp.” Because anxiety doesn’t know what anything is. It will try to convince you that things that are totally fine are worthy of dread.”

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261. “It was feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness. Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. It was dark and gloomy, and yet, it didn’t seem that things would get any better if the lights were turned up.”

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262. “We kind of wanted the going-out, shopping, prom-going type, and we got this weird, creepy one, and we love it but what is it talking about, ever? Sometimes Stevie felt bad for her parents. Their idea of what constituted interesting was so limited. They were never going to have as much fun as she did.”

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263. “Good resume,” he said, not sounding all that impressed. “But what’s he like?” Oh, God. This conversation was going to go on.”

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264. “Rise and shine, porcupines!”

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265. “I have never, ever been so happy to see a house.”

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266. “Who had just witnessed me go through an entire rainbow of emotions and experiences.”

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267. “It was a deathtrap, a meandering thread of madness. It suggested that there was something about English people that she may never understand.”

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268. “Three: Izzy made it sound like Stevie was Wikipedia Holmes, a walking, talking, deducing database that ate true crime and spat out justice.”

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269. “It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.”

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270. “Some people believe that they are guided by forces, that the universe cuts paths for them through the dense forest of life, showing them where to go.”

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271. “The full truth was a little too much to throw at a stranger.”

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272. “Yeah,” Nate said. “I guess it would be like that if I could go somewhere in a book. I always wanted stories to be real, so I started writing my own. That seemed to make it more real.”

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273. “Sometimes anxiety did that – it could slow you down or speed you up.”

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274. “Villagers love to remember the glorious old days, when they used to skewer one another with sticks, fire muskets into one another’s faces, and cut off their neighbors’ heads in the name of king or country or whatever they were into back then.”

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275. “I kind of love it,” Nate said, looking around. “It looks like the moisture farm that Luke Skywalker lives on.”

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276. “The English play hockey in any weather. Thunder, lightening, plague of locusts... nothing can stop the hockey. Do not fight the hockey, for the hockey will win.”

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277. “We all have an innate desire to make a difference, to make an impact, to be seen, to be heard, to leave behind something better than what we’re brought into.”

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278. “He was paying attention. It felt foreign, a little embarrassingly intimate, but kind of great. My eyes filled up.”

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279. “God,” I said. “Why are all guys so easy like that?”

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280. “Debbie was one of those parents who still hadn’t quite grasped that using the internet was not exactly wizardry, and that we could all find anything online.”

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281. “Campers screamed when they swam and played and sometimes simply for the sake of screaming.”

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282. “Once threw a mug of tea at a policeman.”

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283. “The truth was that she had managed to betray everyone by doing nothing. No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong. Not cheating on a non-boyfriend with the non-boyfriend of a friend. The pressure of thinking that one through made her swollen body ache.”

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284. “My grandparents are great people, but they are easily rattled. Like, if the grocery store sells out of some frozen pizza or soup they advertise in the circular, and they’ve gone to the store just for that, they’ll stand there debating their next move for a half an hour.”

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285. “I had no idea why I was saying this. It just seemed like telling the truth would mean admitting some weaknesses.”

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286. “By this point, I was hungry – maybe hungrier than I’d ever been in my life.”

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287. “Murderers aren’t a type. They’re anyone.”

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288. “The regret and humiliation hurt much more than the cold.”

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289. “This was England. There was always rain in the future.”

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290. “Stevie quickly surmised that this was one of those cases where she sounded weird if she explained, but far more weird if she did not.”

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