Quotes About Cabel

#1. Come on, Cabel," Carrie says. "Let me give you a ride, at least. Unless you want Shay to- hey, here she comes now." Carrie titters, her eyes dancing.
Cabel's eyes grow wide. He slips into the backseat of Carrie's car without a word. "Get me outta here. Fuckin' creepy cheerleaders.

Lisa McMann

#2. Janie: Did you ever sell drugs?
Cabel: Yes. Pot. Ninth and tenth grade. I was, uh ... rather troubled back then.
Janie: Why did you stop?
Cabel: Got busted, and Captain made me a better deal. Janie: So you've been a narc since then? Cabel: I cringe at your terminology.

Lisa McMann

#3. Cabel gives her a quizzical look. I am totally not getting enough attention here.

Lisa McMann

#4. Cabel flicks his fingers at her, spraying her with water. Grinning. "Sure. I think I'm pretty lucky. I bet blind people have great sex. I'll even wear a blindfold so it's fair." He bumps his hips lightly against hers.

Lisa McMann

#5. Hey Cabe?" she says, drying her hair, feeling refreshed. Grinning. Putting all thoughts but one aside for the moment. "You wanna go get Jimmy a raincoat and we'll take care of you?"
Cabel looks at her.
Turns his head and narrows his eyes.
Who the hell is Jimmy?

Lisa McMann

#6. Janie: So you're a double agent? Cabel: Sure.That sounds sexy.

Lisa McMann

#7. So what, then? Pete? Clyde?"
Cabel rolls over, pretending to sleep.
"It's Fred, isn't it?"
"Janie. Stop."
"You named your thing Janie?" She giggles.
Cabel groans deeply. "Go to sleep.

Lisa McMann

#8. Janie calls Cabel.
"Hi, uh, Mom," she says.
Cabel snorts. "Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?"
"Yeah. Barely." Janie grins into the phone.

Lisa McMann

#9. I lurve you, circus freak," Cabel says.
It almost hurts to hear him say that.
I lurve you, too, you big lumpy monster man," Janie says.
That hurts even more to say.

Lisa McMann

#10. Excellent." Captain nods. "Cabel. What's your job?"
Watching in agony, sir."
Captain suppressed a smile. "I'd make you stay home if I didn't know you'd sneak out, anyway. while you are watching in agony, feel free to take note of anyone who comes or goes that's not on the list.

Lisa McMann

#11. 10:31pm
Janie drives home slowly, windows rolled down, hand ready on the parking brake. She takes Waverly. Past Cabel's house.
Nothing.
She falls into bed when she gets home.
There are no notes, no phone calls, no visits. Not that she was hoping for anything of course. That bastard.

Lisa McMann

#12. Until we start thinking in terms of revolution instead of compromise the Church will continue to pat itself on the back with token steps of renewal.

Mike Yaconelli

#13. The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife

Lisa McMann

#14. The notion that as a man grows older his illusions leave him is not quite true. What is true is that his early illusions are supplanted by new, and to him, equally convincing illusions.

George Jean Nathan

#15. Only love could create such conflict, such longing, such fear.

Anne Rice

#16. Prayer not only teaches and strengthens one for work, work teaches and strengthens one for prayer.

Andrew Murray

#17. When the Buddha gave a talk to a large gathering of businessmen, the core of his message to them was, "It is possible to live happily right in the present moment.

Thich Nhat Hanh

#18. Soli Deo gloria.
Latin for Glory to God alone.
Bach used the initials (SDG) at the end of
all his musical manuscripts.

Bach

#19. Custom is a prison, locked and barred by those who long ago were dust, the keys of which are in the keeping of the dead.

Robert Green Ingersoll

#20. Or maybe she wants to believe that he found her on purpose. Even Janie can have her dreams.

Lisa McMann

#21. It's the touching they both long for. The holding. Spent their whole lives, each without any.

Lisa McMann

#22. For spiritual change, we need to see and understand ourselves. What sees is consciousness, it is what perceives, and is essentially what we are. To understand ourselves we need to look within and study how we think and feel, and doing that is called self-observation.

Belsebuub

#23. The phone rings.
"Asshole," she mutters. She picks it up.
"Will you let me explain?"
"No." She hangs up.

Lisa McMann