Hannah Wright > Hannah's Quotes

“He hung up on me.

I stared at the phone in disbelief, then ripped a clean sheet of paper from my notebook. I scribbled Jerk on the first line. One the line beneath it, I added, Smokes cigars. Will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon. Excellent physical shape.

I immediately scribbled over the last observation until it was illegible.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.”
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“He trapped my hand against his chest and yanked my sleeve down past my wrist, covering my hand with it. Just as quickly, he did the same thing with the other sleeve. He held my shirt by the cuffs, my hands captured. My mouth opened in protest.

Reeling me closer, he didn’t stop until I was directly in front of him. Suddenly he lifted me onto the counter. My face was level with his. He fixed me with a dark, inviting smile. And that’s when I realized this moment had been dancing around the edge of my fantasies for several days now.

"Take off your hat," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

He slid it around, the brim facing backward.

I scooted to the edge of the counter, my legs dangling one on either side of him. Something inside of me was telling me to stop—but I swept that voice to the far back of my mind.

He spread his hands on the counter, just outside my hips. Tilting his head to one side, he moved closer. His scent, which was all damp dark earth, overwhelmed me.

I inhaled two sharp breaths. No. This wasn’t right. Not this, not with Patch. He was frightening. In a good way, yes. But also in a bad way. A very bad way.

"You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go."

"Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.

My brain couldn’t process one logical thought. Patch’s mouth was roaming north, up over my jaw, gently sucking at my skin...

"My legs are falling asleep," I blurted. It wasn’t a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all
through my body, legs included.

"I could solve that." Patch’s hands closed on my hips.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Tacos."
"Tacos?" I echoed.
This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese."
"I know what a taco is!”
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“For the first time all day I felt safe.

Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.”
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“It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.”
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“Put the damn measuring tape away," Vee ordered. "I already know my size. I don't need reminding.”
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“Boys like girls who look like...girls.”
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“I called Vee.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Good. How are you?"

"Good."

Silence.

"Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?"

"Totally.”
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“She shrieked. "Nora! What happened to the banister!"

Good thing she hadn't seen her bedroom yet.”
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“This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone.

"I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.”
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“Holy freak show!”
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“You admit you're doing this on purpose?"

"This?"

"This - provoking me."

"Say 'provoking' again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”
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“There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.”
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“When it comes to reflexes, I'm like a cat. I'm Catwoman. I'm invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don't like water. It impairs us. It's our kryptonite.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Maggots squirming in your eyeholes...and your other orifices, might be carrying things a bit too far."

"This is why I keep you around, Rixon. Always seeing things from the bright side.”
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“Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.”
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“How does this whole guardian angel business work? Am I the only person who can see you? I mean, are you invisible to everyone else?" Patch stared at me like he hoped I wasn't serious.
  
"You're not invisible?" I squeaked. "You have to get out of here!" I made a movement to push Patch off the bed but was cut short by a searing jab in my ribs. "She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!"
  
Patch grinned. "I can fly."
  
Oh. Right. Well, okay.”
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“I want to do a lot of things to your body, but that's not one of them.”
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“And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.”
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“Go ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone."

"The whole night?"

Immediately, I realized it might not have been the smartest thing to say. "Dorothea will be coming soon." That was a lie. Dorothea was long gone. It was close to midnight.

"Dorothea?"

"Our housekeeper. She's old- but strong. Very strong." I tried to squeeze past him. Unsuccessfully.

"Sounds frightening," he said, retrieving the key from the lock. He held it out for me.

"She can clean a toilet inside and out in under a minute. More like terrifying.”
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“Are you keeping anything else from me?”

“I’m keeping a lot of things from you.”

“Like?”

“Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
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“Your biggest dream?"

"Kiss you.”
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“You don't happen to have a thousand dollars I can borrow?"

"I don't have five you can borrow. My piggy bank is officialy anorexic.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“You should shower," I said. "Right now."

"I smell that bad?"

Actually, he smelled that good.”
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“It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that.”
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“You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward.

Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.”
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“You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?”
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“Biggest dream?” I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought.

“Kiss you.”

“That’s not funny,” I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didn’t stutter.

“No, but it made you blush.”
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“I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.”

“There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.” ...

“Definitely right. Usually right,” Patch continued. “Mostly right. Maybe right.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush