Girl Talk Quotes

“So,” Lauren said. “You help ghosts with unfulfilled wishes cross over to the astral plane for judgment.”
“Yes.”
“And you hunt demons.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re married to an angel.”
“Yes.”
She paused. “…so basically, you’re Dean Winchester.”
I made an exasperated sound. “I am NOT.”
She smirked. “Yeah, sure.”
― Kyoko M., The Holy Dark

“Lucy: I don't understand men.
Nettie: What is there to understand? If you feed 'em regular-like and give 'em a bit of 'sugar' now and then, they're easy enough. And if they don't behave, you just toss 'em out on their arses. That's what I always say.”
― Sabrina Jeffries, Don't Bargain with the Devil

“Oh, Lillian. Trying to make order of the chaos that is love is like trying to figure out why chocolate ice cream makes your toes curl.”
― Shelly Crane, Revolution

“Lady Ponsonby was right. The forbidden fruit isn't shaped like an apple. It's shaped like a banana.”
― Michelle Marcos, Wickedly Ever After

“Spare me. You don’t kiss period. But look at you. My, my, my. Aside from your bashed up face, you’re glowing. I haven’t seen you look happy in years.” Taddy studied her from top to bottom. “He slammed your pussy, didn’t he?” Taddy gunned for an answer. “The longtime Miss Prudence of Prudeville, my frigid friend, the “Big Apple
Starved for Sex” got her McIntosh plucked. Or should I say fucked and made into apple sauce.”
― Avery Aster, Undressed

“Can we talk about something normal?" she asks, exasperated. I turn to face her a little better. "Like girl talk? Girls talk about penises, right?" She grimaces. "Concidering you dismember them from bodies, I'd rather not discuss penises with you.”
― S.T. Abby, Scarlet Angel

“Then she told me her name, which I forgot immediately, and launched into a monologue of enmity concerning the girl who'd bumped her. I didn't know either of them, and I couldn't have cared less about their blood feud, which concerned either a guy or a pair of shoes--I couldn't determine which in my state of I don't give a shit.”
― Tammara Webber, Breakable

“No—I’ve got it,” Jill announced, interrupting my musing. “He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses we were coming up with. “Seriously, it makes sense. He’s always tired and pale, and keeps himself away from people so he won’t bite them....Maybe that’s what he’s doing when he disappears. Getting his fix of blood.”
― J.M. Richards, Tall, Dark Streak of Lightning

“To be a woman who thrives, you have to pinpoint what's good about you and let the confidence in that guide you.”
― Iliza Shlesinger, Girl Logic: The Genius and the Absurdity

“Why do women spend so much time in talking to their female peers? The answer can again be found in the process of biological evolution of the human mind. Just like the evolutionary expression of aggression in men, gossiping is an evolutionary feature of the female psychology. Women trade various secrets from their personal experiences through gossiping in order to create connection and intimacy with their female peers.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Love, God & Neurons: Memoir of a scientist who found himself by getting lost

“He came to my office in wet clothes, all muscles and smolder. I hardly knew where to look."
"I think you knew exactly where to look," Phoebe said, her light gray eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is he handsome?”
“A stunner. Tall and big-chested, with blue eyes and hair the color of summer wheat. And his accent . . .”
“Irresistible?”
“Oh, yes. There’s something about a Scottish burr that makes it seem as if a man is either about to recite poetry or toss you over his shoulder and carry you away.”
“Maybe both at the same time,” Phoebe said dreamily, sipping her tea.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise