Jessica Martinez Quotes

#1. I have to close my eyes as the flavors burst in my mouth - gentle heat from the pepper, salty tang of the pork, sweetness of pomegranate, the velvety-rich walnut sauce. He's waiting, but I don't know what to say. 'I love you; can I have your babies' might scare him, but it's my most sincere thought.

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#2. The violin wasn't alive. It wasn't a baby or an animal, not living.
But that would be easier to believe if I hadn't felt it breathe and sing.

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#3. He's looking at me. I can feel his eyes from across the yard, where he's losing a game of croquet to his niece, Piper. He's only pretending to try, I think, but it's hard to tell because I'm definitely not looking at him.

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#4. I wait. I don't know how long it will take his reproductive organs to decide life is worth living again, but I'm stuck here until they do.

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#5. I'm going to be late. I get home exactly sixteen minutes before my shift starts, which only gives me six minutes to get it together and get out the door. By get it together I mean calm the freak down, because I'm jittery and spastic and acting, as Mo would say, like a squirrel on crack.

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#6. I could feel myself shrinking. I couldn't move, not even to blink or breathe. Soon I'd be nothing at all.

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#7. Not being heard was my goal for the night. Dr. Kinzer's constant advice was 'Blend, Amelia, blend!' but what she really meant was 'Lip-sync, Amelia, lip-sync!

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#8. Richard would freak if I smoked in the apartment. He kind of thinks I quit last year. I did quit last year, I just still occasionally need a cigarette. Like a few times a day.

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#9. We watch the chef slice eel and octopus, delicate operations of dismemberment and amputation. For some reason it makes me think of poetry.

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#10. I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain - none of them come free.

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#11. Cute kid. Dimples, curls, he's like a male Shirley Temple.

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#12. She blinks long. Long. Like a prayer-blink.

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#13. He laughed. 'I thought you said you weren't scared of her.'
'I said I wasn't nervous, and I'm not nervous because I know not to do anything stupid, like make out, for example, in front of my grandma.'
'My fingers touching your fingers is making out?

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#14. For all her cute-as-a-button-ness, Bree had a laugh that reminded me of the noise Charly had made that time she shredded her fingertips on the cheese grater.

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#15. Yeah? What're you planning?"
"She nixed the keg and the strippers, so I don't know. Maybe we'll have a bonfire and torch some furniture.

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#16. He'd said all the right things today. He'd been exactly who I needed him to be, dug through all the layers to get to me. Why couldn't he really be that guy?

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#17. Lame. Fine, work on your mural. I'll go suck on a Froot Loop or something. Or maybe I'll just eat straight sugar. Yeah, I'll do that."
"Good-bye, Mo."
"A raisin. We probably have raisins. I'm sure nature's candy will hit the spot.

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#18. Lots of things could kill you. Fire. Ice. Why not sadness?

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#19. He's kind of cute,' Charly said. She was still sideways on the couch, face-planted in throw pillows. 'You should go for him. He has that same serious, never-say-what-I'm-thinking thing as you. You guys would be perfect together. You could just sit around being broody together.

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#20. I don't know a thing about jazz."
"That's okay." He pulled me toward the door and opened it. "You know music. Jazz will explain itself.

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