Top 280 Maureen Johnson Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “If he hadn’t dragged me, I would never have made it up the hill.”

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252. “The sky was white instead of the crazy pink of the night before.”

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253. “Nothing is longer than a little while.”

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254. “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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255. “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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256. “Endless white ground below, and swirling flakes, and a lonely whistle of wind, and the shadow of houses.”

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257. “This realization burned.”

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

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259. “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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260. “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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261. “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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262. “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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263. “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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264. “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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265. “Rise and shine, porcupines!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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280. “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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281. “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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282. “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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283. “Murderers aren’t a type. They’re anyone.”

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284. “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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285. “English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damn days and slicks the stones.”

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286. “Gators are just something you have to accept where I come from. Most don’t go anywhere near the houses, even though there are lots of delicious children and dogs there. Every once in a while, though, an alligator has a lightbulb moment and decides to take a stroll and see the world a bit.”

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287. “She’s like the Hulk,” Nate explained. “But instead of transforming when she gets mad, it’s when she sees crafts. And she doesn’t turn big and green. She just makes crafts. So not like the Hulk, really.”

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288. “It is so cold. So cold that the Department of Temperature Acknowledgment and Regulation in your brain gets the readings and says, “I can’t deal with this. I’m out of here.”

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289. “The words seemed to come from a place deep inside me, far beyond the place where I stored them, past the ideas.”

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290. “The idea that Izzy had a full life that didn’t revolve around David had somehow never occurred to Stevie. Love made her stupid.”

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