Christie Craig > Quotes

“Today, when I stepped outside, I got shit on by a bird. But I'm still going back outside tomorrow.”
― Christie Craig, Shut Up and Kiss Me

“Was it too much to ask that she find someone who wanted the same things in life as she did--a home, someone to lean on when the not-so-perfect times came crashing down?”
― Christie Craig, Shut Up and Kiss Me

“Love meant hope. Without love, life held no promise.”
― Christie Craig, Shut Up and Kiss Me

“Fate wouldn't create a man that drop-dead gorgeous and make him gay, would it? Oh yes, fate would.”
― Christie Craig, Shut Up and Kiss Me

“Call me selfish. Blame it on the fact that I’m an only child and I never learned to share. But I refused to share Brian with the professor, or Peter with his secretary, and I won’t share you with Jessie.”
― Christie Craig, Divorced, Desperate and Delicious

“Fate wouldn’t create a man that drop-dead gorgeous and make him gay, would it? Oh, yes, fate would.”
― Christie Craig, Shut Up and Kiss Me

“Perfection is a myth. People who hunger for it die hungry.”
― Christie Craig, Weddings Can Be Murder

“She was twenty, maybe? At thirty-one, Jake refused to date anyone who might still believe in Santa.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“More of a fate tempter than a patient person, she stuck her bare feet back in her bunny slippers and stepped out of the steamy bathroom. She dashed across the adjoining study and got almost across the living room, when she heard the doorbell ring. Freezing, she tried to decide between darting back to the bathroom or running for her clothes. The sound of a key turning in the lock gave her a shot of adrenaline. She took off at a dead run toward the closest cover: the master bedroom. She cleared the door but smacked straight into a freshly showered, naked Jake—well, naked but for the navy towel slung low”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“her teethe comb her hair, and”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Carl walked around the room studying the art hanging on the walls. Seriously, the elephant in Mexico had more talent.”
― Christie Craig, Weddings Can Be Murder

“on the door when a PMS-stricken woman was trying to insert her last tampon? That definitely fell into the category of bad behavior. Oh, and when he screamed, What are you doing in there? she’d been tempted to tell him the truth. That would have shut him up.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“that I’m excited about the editor’s letter.”
― Christie Craig, Divorced, Desperate and Delicious

“Spotting the sign proudly announcing the prison,”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“of sex. But was she capable of devouring this man’s body without giving him her heart and soul, without wanting to throw herself on the altar? She shook her head, trying to clear it. Hadn’t she been against matrimony since her mother’s fourth marriage ended after only three weeks? Hadn’t she sworn to never be pulled into the idea of white gowns, tiered cakes, and wedded bliss? As she grabbed a dish towel and started cleaning counters she admitted: She’d sworn all right. But then came Brian in the twelfth grade.”
― Christie Craig, Divorced, Desperate and Delicious

“Men may have been the first created, but it only makes sense that the Almighty did a better job the second go-round. We're the inferior sex, which explains why we always think we're right.”
― Christie Craig, Weddings Can Be Murder

“hanging around a bunch of bridezillas, bring on the cross-dresser.”
― Christie Craig, Weddings Can Be Murder

“Your brother thinks you’re embarrassed by him,” her mom suggested. “Well, when Father Luis asked what Billy was doing, and I said, ‘Three to five in the pen,’ I wasn’t exactly beaming with pride.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“No wonder the Almighty gave her that body. He’d been trying to make up for the voice. She continued talking, and Jake would have done almost anything to shut her up. Anything, but be rude. For the son of a Baptist preacher, rudeness wasn’t an option, even for a religious backslider like himself. He finger-locked his hands in front of him and forced his attention on her. Every spoken syllable was like bowel surgery.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Please don’t.” He knew it was best to handle this right away. The creaking of the bathroom door behind him made him turn. All he could see was Macy’s nose, which was not nearly as nice as the view he’d gotten earlier, “Please tell me I heard that wrong. Tell me it’s not your mom who just saw me buck naked.” A laugh escaped as he grabbed a pair of jeans. “You weren’t completely naked. You had on bunny slippers.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“A want made you temporarily happy but wasn’t crucial to sustaining life. Some wants were even bad for you in the long run.”
― Christie Craig, Divorced, Desperate And Dating

“But perhaps being lonely was a state of mind. Perhaps it was time she changed her mind.”
― Christie Craig, Shut Up and Kiss Me

“People make mistakes, but it’s not so much our mistakes that make us good or bad, but how we clean up the messes and what we learn from them.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Besides, she didn’t even love him, not really. Not yet. So explain why it hurt so much.”
― Christie Craig, Shut Up and Kiss Me

“smoke can kill you. I hope they’re right.” The big guy waved a hand in front of his”
― Christie Craig, Divorced, Desperate And Dating

“Jake’s gaze shot to the woman standing in his hall. He realized he was standing naked, now with a hard-on, in front of— He snagged back his towel. Unfortunately, Macy fought him for it. It became a tug-of-war between them. “Shit!” Finally coming to his senses, he slammed the bedroom door closed. He heard Macy dash for the master bath and close herself in. As he stared at the door, laughter bubbled up in his chest. Then, taking a deep breath, he opened the door an inch. “Mom, hold on. I’ll . . . be right out.” I’ll just leave,” his mom yelled, obviously shaken.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Macy was brunette, and her size Bs didn’t bounce without the help of a bra that pushed up, pulled in, and captured jiggle mass—and she’d burned those bras the day she found her husband in bed with his blonde, bouncy secretary—but prison inmates were desperate.”
― Christie Craig, Gotcha!

“Five”
― Christie Craig, Divorced, Desperate and Delicious

“The two glasses of red wine Sue consumed while Jason printed her book had left her with the energy of a slug on muscle relaxers. She might have even gone for a third glass but realized she was using her mother’s Merlot-can-save-the-world theory. Which wasn’t going to work, because she’d been drinking Cabernet.”
― Christie Craig, Divorced, Desperate And Dating

“voice”
― Christie Craig, Weddings Can Be Murder