Top 300 Meg Cabot Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “No man wants to marry, Finnula. There are just some women they can’t have any other way, and so it is a sacrifice willingly made in order to attain a particularly choice –.”

— Meg Cabot

252. “And the truth is, I’d felt kind of a thrill about wearing Jason’s Big Boy pants. I was a sick kid, even way back then.”

— Meg Cabot

253. “Of course, I didn’t know how I felt about my first kiss coming from one of the undead, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers, and let me tell you something, Jesse was way cuter than any live guy I’d met lately.”

— Meg Cabot

254. “She’d realize Steve was her soul mate and that she would never love anyone as much as she loved him.”

— Meg Cabot

255. “The first thing we did was change all the clocks so that her siblings thought it was bedtime, then put them to bed ignoring their plaintive protests that they were not tired. They wept themselves to sleep soon enough.”

— Meg Cabot

256. “They could be making her sleep in a closet under the stairs!”

— Meg Cabot

257. “I know. I seriously need to just give up men entirely. I wonder if Episcopalians can enter convents?”

— Meg Cabot

258. “Though I imagine in your case, trying not to fall just made you fall harder.”

— Meg Cabot

259. “I don’t know why the world has to be populated by so many unpleasant people. I really don’t. It really takes an effort to be rude, too. The amount of energy people expend on being a jerk astounds me sometimes.”

— Meg Cabot

260. “I stare at her, as dumbstruck as if she’d just admitted she’s a Scientologist with an invitation to join Tom and Katie on the spaceship when it shows up.”

— Meg Cabot

261. “Are you a pirate?”

— Meg Cabot

262. “Usually writer’s block arises when something is wrong internally with the story.”

— Meg Cabot

263. “He was even more overprotective than my stepfather. But in a boyfriend, that kind of thing is actually attractive.”

— Meg Cabot

264. “Querida.”

— Meg Cabot

265. “One of the reasons that I think I do love to write is because I did have a difficult childhood and not so great teenage years. It always helped me escape from my problems.”

— Meg Cabot

266. “Weight doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. I mean, it does if you’re a model or whatever.”

— Meg Cabot

267. “Her name is Feather. Feather is apparently very famous for choreographing several hit Broadway shows. She also must be pretty hard up for cash if she’d agree to choreograph a snoozer like Braid! But whatever.”

— Meg Cabot

268. “I was too emotional to say anything. I was experiencing many “feels” as the kids on Tumblr – my computer-savvy friend CeeCee has told me about it – often say.”

— Meg Cabot

269. “After more than one hundred and fifty years of living alone in the darkness, I met you, Susannah, and through you, I met Father Dominic. Everything my mother said in her letter came true. It wasn’t the same church, and it wasn’t the same priest. But the letter and the ring were there, all because of you. And now I want to give that ring to you.”

— Meg Cabot

270. “Plus, I have two television sets. How many does Cal have? Oh, that’d be none. I asked. Yeah, Cal doesn’t “believe” in TV. Right. You know what I don’t believe in? People who don’t believe in TV.”

— Meg Cabot

271. “I’m not some shy virginal college student who only owns one shirt.”

— Meg Cabot

272. “Father Dominic, however is a way better mediator than I am. Well, maybe not better. But different, certainly. See, he really feels that ghosts are best handled with gentle guidance and earnest advice-same as the living. I’m more in favor of a sort of get-to-the-point approach that tends to involve my fists.”

— Meg Cabot

273. “How is it that I’d nearly been smothered to death, and yet I could sit there and notice things like my stepbrother’s abdominal muscles a few minutes later?”

— Meg Cabot

274. “I’ve never enjoyed myself more than I have the past forty-eight hours, during which I’ve been trapped in a car with one of the worst drivers I’ve ever seen, run up the Spanish Steps and then down again so I could be on time to wait in line to perjuer myself at the American consulate. And I’d like to continue doing those sorts of thing with you on a regular basis for the foreseeable future.”

— Meg Cabot

275. “Sister Ernestine said something very nasty about how maybe Miss Simon didn’t realize how unpleasant detention at the Mission Academy could be. I assured Sister Ernestine that if she was threatening corporal punishment, I would tell my mother, who was a local news anchor-woman and would be over here with a TV camera so fast, nobody would have time to say so much as a single Hail Mary. Sister Ernestine was pretty quiet after that.”

— Meg Cabot

276. “Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We’re supposed to be exercising.”

— Meg Cabot

277. “Who plans on falling in love? It simply happens. We cannot stop it, however much we might try.”

— Meg Cabot

278. “I’m completely demanding an autopsy on my grandmother’s brain when she’s dead so I can see what I’m in for as I age.”

— Meg Cabot

279. “What was I thinking, anyway? It would never work out between the two of us. I mean, I’m a mediator. His dad’s a vampire. His uncle’s a killer. What if we got married? Think how our kids would turn out...”

— Meg Cabot

280. “Meena wasn’t sure which she found more disturbing: that she’d been hunting her ex-boyfriend’s murderous wife with a hair dryer beneath the streets of Manhattan, or that when she opened her eyes after having been knocked unconscious by this person, she realized she’d been rescued by another one of her ex-boyfriends.”

— Meg Cabot

281. “I think you get so wrapped up in the book you’re currently writing, it’s hard to think about anything else. But I know as soon as I’m done with this book, I’ll move on to something else.”

— Meg Cabot

282. “Someone, I was beginning to suspect, had a bit of a gangster complex. It wasn’t really very hard to figure out who. I mean, I was guessing it wasn’t Christopher’s aunt Jackie.”

— Meg Cabot

283. “Art.” Dauntra nodded. “Sure. I can’t believe a guy gets paid to show off his goods, and people call it art.”

— Meg Cabot

284. “I finally realized there are no handsome princes – that it was all up to me... that it had always been up to me.”

— Meg Cabot

285. “Each caress leaving my nerve endings feeling as tingly as if they’d just been kissed by a shooting star, landing on my skin and leaving it as glistening as a newly formed galaxy.”

— Meg Cabot

286. “So take my advice: whatever you do? Don’t blink.”

— Meg Cabot

287. “What did that mean? Where could it go? He was a death diety. I was a high school senior.”

— Meg Cabot

288. “Whatever. Boris, must you constantly breathe on me?”

— Meg Cabot

289. “All it took was one man, just one, to declare that something was not right, and others would follow.”

— Meg Cabot

290. “Smiles like that should be against the law. Considering what they do to a girl.”

— Meg Cabot

291. “Thrust into this dingy classroom we die like lampless moths locked into the desolation of fluorescent lights and metal desks. Ten minutes until the bell rings. What use is the quadratic formula in our daily lives? Can we use it to unlock the secrets in the hearts of those we love? Five minutes until the bell rings. Cruel Algebra teacher, won’t you let us go?”

— Meg Cabot

292. “Why doesn’t the CIA hire your grandmother to interrogate terror suspects? She does a much better job than they do of getting classified information.”

— Meg Cabot

293. “Mr. Greer timed all our speeches with an oven timer. Things were nothing at Tribeca Alternative, considered one of Manhattan’s finest prep schools, if not high tech.”

— Meg Cabot

294. “I don’t seem to fit to associate with humans.”

— Meg Cabot

295. “Even though I loved to write, I never liked English lit. class very much. I think it ruins books when you dissect them too much. I liked my art classes best.”

— Meg Cabot

296. “Good bye AEHS. You suck. I hate you. And yet... Somehow I’ll miss you too.”

— Meg Cabot

297. “Then I watched his eyebrows go up. Way up.”

— Meg Cabot

298. “But things were different now. I finally had my head -pun intended- on straight.”

— Meg Cabot

299. “Also, I think I felt something come loose back there. I’m not trying to overact or anything, but I think it was my uterus. Honest. I think my uterus jiggled free.”

— Meg Cabot

300. “Could there be three other words in the English language more effective at striking terror deep within the heart than “Got a minute?”

— Meg Cabot