J.M. Richards Quotes

#1. He smiled at me shyly and took a step closer. I froze, heart pounding, as he put one hand on my cheek and leaned toward me. I swallowed, gazing up at him with what I hoped was an expectant (and not alarmed) expression. He bent his head toward mine and ...

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#2. You have to be a friend to have them.

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#3. If he can't handle it, then you aren't very good friends, are you?

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#4. We walked to dinner, ate together, and talked nearly the whole time. I was amazed that I had as much in common with her as I did. I'd been raised mostly in a completely different country, yet we were so similar.

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#5. Amazing? My heart fluttered. "But I don't want Flash or Harry," I murmured. "You want Spider-Man," he finished for me, looking a little wistful. I shrugged. "And Peter Parker." He looked at me, very seriously. "Then don't settle," he said.

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#6. Alan shrugged. "I love the CBC, really, but being voted its president - " "Co-president," Sputnik corrected. " - is kind of like being declared King of Nerds." "Co-king," Sputnik asserted.

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#7. Last Resort friends are for getting from, not giving to.

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#8. Nice slippers," Davin grinned. They were green and furry. "Thanks." I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. "So what's up?" He had one hand behind his back.

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#9. You definitely are deep water Dr. Fisher. Fathoms deep.

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#10. Anna, you do have decent fashion sense. But I've seen your outfits, and you don't have anything to wear on a date. Jeans, capris, geeky tee shirts, and more jeans.

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#11. Um, you don't have to join me, but if you're looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there. He nodded toward the far end.

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#12. If you want to call it quits, just tell me. Man up and say it to my face. Don't just skulk around.

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#13. For someone who wrote a novel with a superhero named "Dark Lightning," you wouldn't think a thunderstorm would make me so nervous.

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#14. Who are you?" he asked, in a bewildered tone. I cocked my head at him, totally baffled. "I told you. Anna Fisher. And I happen to be starving, so let's go." I tugged at his arm and led him back in line.

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#15. I didn't say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.

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#16. Well, as I said, you look terrible, for one thing. Beat-up terrible. Like someone was using you as a punching bag." He ran a hand gently over his face. "Is it really that bad?" He sighed as I nodded. "Is that the only reason for your concern, Dr. Fisher?" He paused in between bites.

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#17. He pinned me in place with a direct look, his dark brown eyes smoldering. "You're Mary Jane," he said finally. "And you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because ... you're basically amazing.

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