Top 26 Varen's Quotes
#1. Isobel watched as Varen's head turned slowly toward her father. She couldn't exactly tell with the sunglasses, but she somehow knew that he had to be staring down the false Poe with one of his most penetrating "you are the essence of lameness" expressions.
Kelly Creagh
#2. Businesses make decisions based on what they are seeing in their order books.
Jacob Lew
#3. In love. In love with the stoic, the sullen, the eternally morose Varen Nethers?
He would never allow it.
Kelly Creagh
#4. She glanced down at the contents of her plate. Just tell him what it is. Simple. Look at it and say what it is. "Sloppy Joe," she managed.
"Hmm," he said, sounding doubtful. "May he rest in peace.
Kelly Creagh
#5. To Madeline,
This subtle second self
Sheaf of me
Can do more than you ever could.
Like you, it can leave
And go
Somewhere else.
The night splits me in two.
I disconnect
To sink, to fall, to fly
And rage
Forever
And always
Without you
Kelly Creagh
#6. We prefer war in all cases to tribute under any form and to any people whatever.
Thomas Jefferson
#7. Isobel's head popped up. "What does 'sagacious' mean?"
"Sagacious," he said, writing, "adjective describing someone in possession of acute mental faculties. Also describing one who might, in a bookstore, think to get up and locate an actual dictionary instead of asking a billion questions.
Kelly Creagh
#8. Vivid images are like a beautiful melody that speaks to you on an emotional level. It bypasses your logic centers and even your intellect and goes to a different part of the brain.
Steven Bochco
#9. Isobel looked down at her lap, at her hands. She turned her left one over, remembering where Varen had written his number on her that first time. Those numbers were gone now, but in hindsight, he may as well have tattooed the moment onto her soul.
Kelly Creagh
#10. So." [Isobel] cleared her throat. "What are we doing?"
"We," [Varen] said at last, "are doing a project on Poe."
"Didn't he marry his cousin or something?"
"The man is a literary god and that's all you have to say?
Kelly Creagh
#11. She was enveloped from head to foot in a raccoon fur coat, with a jaunty hat of the same, trimmed only with a bright quill feather.
Carolyn Wells
#12. Wasn't he the one who sliced off his ear and mailed it to his girlfriend?"
"Van Gogh," said Varen, in a monotone that suggested he might be in pain.
"Van Gogh," Gwen said, leaning away, waving the apple. "Edgar Allan Poe. Close enough!
Kelly Creagh
#13. I have a theory that sometimes people think they need to talk as much as possible, almost as if talking more equates to knowing more.
Mary Mihalic
#14. He brushed his thumb across her lips. I guess you're not as easy to forget as we'd hoped.
Kelly Creagh
#15. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is a dream.
Erin Morgenstern
#16. Isobel moved farther into the kitchen, not knowing whether to be relieved that her mother hadn't had an atomic meltdown, or mortified that she'd taken it upon herself to play head chef with the nearest thing Trenton High had to a Dark Lord.
Kelly Creagh
#18. Karma means your have to live with the consequences of the actions you have taken in the past. Whatever you put out is coming back.
Deepak Chopra
#19. Please welcome Professor Varen Nethers, famous depressed dead poets historian and author of the bestselling books Unlocking your Poe-tential: A Writer's Guide, and Mo Poe Fo Yo: When You Just Can't Get Enough.
Kelly Creagh
#20. Don't let the elegance act fool you," Varen said, drawing out his notepad. "She farts.
Kelly Creagh
#21. He clutched the watch hard in his fist, determined to destroy it, to prove that it couldn't be real. That she hadn't come here because of him, for him.
That he hadn't done what he knew he had.
Kelly Creagh
#24. Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.
Tove Jansson
#25. Isobel's face burned. Her skin tingled where he'd touched her, with an almost imperceptible electricity that she couldn't be sure if she was imagining. Like the tips of her fingers had somehow fallen asleep.
Kelly Creagh
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