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“It's so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“He slowed down a bit more. "Gaia, how do you know these things?" She shrugged. "I'm smart." "And modest, too." "Modesty is a waste of time," she pronounced. "I'll keep that in mind.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“When I first heard the word existential, I didn't know what it meant. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Life's one great lesson was: Do not care. Not caring was a person's real protection.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“She figured if you weren't woman enough to carry your doughnuts with pride, you shouldn't be eating them.”
― Francine Pascal , Fearless

“Luck doesn't shine her light on each of us equally. She is arbitrary, irrational, unfair and sometimes downright cruel.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“But the way I see it, dying without knowing love would be a tragedy.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Humiliation, by the way, is a truly terrible emotion. It's at the bottom of the pile.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Another funny thing about having friends was that they expected things of you. they made you want to not be a terrible, awful, execrable person. They made you feel worse when you were one. It was a lot easier not to have any friends.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Nature compensates for its mistakes.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“She walked away without bothering to look further. She knew he’d be fine. Her specialty was subduing without causing any real damage. He’d lie there for a few minutes. He’d be sore, maybe bruised tomorrow. He’d brush the cobwebs off his imagination to invent a story for his buddies about how three seven-foot, three-hundred-pound male karate black belts attacked him in the park.

But she would bet her life on the fact that he would never sneak up on another fragile-looking woman without remembering this night. And that was the point. That was what Gaia lived for.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“He smiled all the way to physics class. He almost laughed out loud when he passed through the door and saw her shadowy, hunched-over form casting around for a seat in the back.

She was in his class; this was excellent. Maybe she’d call him a name if he struck up another conversation. Even curse him out. That might fun. God, he’d probably earn himself a restraining order if he tried to sit next to her.

He was so tired of saccharine smiles and cloying tones of voice. People always plastered their eyes to his face for fear of looking anywhere else. He was fed up with everybody being so goddamned nice.

That’s why he’d already fallen in love with this weird, maladjusted, beautiful girl who carried a chip the size of Ohio on her shoulder. Because nobody was ever mean to the guy in the wheelchair.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Teling a little would ultimately mean telling a lot.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“What sucked was that her room was on the fourth floor of a four-story house because she hated walking past every other room on her way in and out. She was like a latter-day Rapunzel except her hair was only a few inches below her shoulders, slightly fried, not all that blond, and furthermore, who the hell was ever going to climb up to give her a hand? The guy in the wheelchair from school?

What she â€� and Rapunzel, frankly â€� needed was a decent ladder.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“As the crow flies. That’s how she liked to walk. So what if she had nowhere to go? So what if no one on earth knew or probably cared where she was or when she’d get home? That wasn’t the point. It didn’t mean she had to take the long way. She was starting a new school in the morning, and she meant to put as much distance between herself and tomorrow as she could. Walking fast didn’t stop the earth’s slow roll, but sometimes it felt like it could.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Renny was smarter and funnier and more original than they'd ever be, but he was thirteen. He was at the brutal age when many kids would sell all their uniqueness in their character for the right pair of shoes.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Losers with no imagination say that if you start a new school, there has to be a first day. How come they haven't figure out how to be that? Just think existentially. All you do is take what is supposed to be the first day and bury someplace in the next month. By the time you get around to it a month later, who cares?”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“That was one plus about profound self-loathing. Nobody could hate you worse than you hated yourself.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“It probably all boils down to three magic words: I don't care. And nobody can make me.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“He saw her right after the seventh-period bell rang. She seemed dressed for the sole purpose of blending in with the lockers, but she stood out, anyway. It didn’t matter that her wide blue eyes were narrowed or that her pretty mouth was twisted into a near snarl â€� she was blatantly beautiful. It was kind of sick the way Ed was preoccupied with beautiful girls these days.

He felt a little sorry for her. (He was also preoccupied with finding ways of feeling sorry for people.) She was new and trying hard not to look it. She was confused and trying to look tough. It was endearing is what it was.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Ella is much younger. Maybe thirty. I don’t know. And you certainly can’t tell from the way she dresses. Middle of winter she finds a way to show her belly button. And she’s got four hundred of these little elastic bands that can only pass for a skirt if you never move your legs. Top that with this unbelievable iridescent red hair and you’ve got one hot seventeen-year-old. At least that’s what she thinks.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“It was another one of her father's curses:I'll make you into a freak and not let you tell anyone.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“She would be all out of breath and apologize fervently for being late, as though her lateness depended on such a rare and extenuating matrix of once-in-a-lifetime circumstances that it could never possibly happen again. And the next time she would be just as late.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“What does guile mean?â€� “Deceit, duplicity, dishonesty”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“It had all happened in that moment, when he’d met her eyes and, like a mystic, seemed to see her past and future. Her past was haunting, marked by bottomless wounds, and the future was terrifying because it included him.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“She was glad that the bleak sky threatened rain and that the air was finally turning cold. All that warm sunshine seemed to demand perkiness and pastel-colored clothing.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“As his lips moved with exquisite gentleness from the bruise in her hairline to the bandaged cut over her left eyebrow, he knew that he somehow possessed the power to kiss her and make her better. It was a puzzling, inexplicable kind of certainty that came only in dreams. It was an idea so complex and fragile that if he even blinked, he feared he would lose it.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“The air had that heightened energy, that guilty pleasure of tragedy.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“Humiliation, by the way, is a truly terrible emotion. It’s at the bottom of the pile.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless