Huntley Fitzpatrick Quotes & Sayings

Right. A tiki bar will blend in great with the whole Henry VIII vibe going on at the B&T. Bring me a scorpion bowl, wench. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I would so much rather be with someone who cared about what he was doing than someone who knew what he was doing. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Instead of what a betrayal it is to be lied to, how rare and wonderful it is when two human beings can tell each other the truth. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

He reaches for a few strands of my hair, twining them around his finger. "You busy later?"
"I was supposed to go to a meet-and-greet in Fairport with Mom, but I told her I needed to study for SATs."
"She believed this? It's summer, Sam."
"Nan's got me signed up for this crazy prep simulation. And . . . I might have told Mom when she was a little distracted."
"But not intentionally, of course."
"Of course not," I say.
"So if I were to come see you after eight, you'd be studying."
"Absolutely. But I might want a . . . study buddy. Because I might be grappling with some really tough problems."
"Grappling, huh?"
"Tussling with," I say. "Wrestling. Handling."
"Gotcha. Sounds like I should bring protective gear to study with you." Jase grins at me.
"You're pretty tough. You'll be fine. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

The right thing to do is so easy to see when you're seventeen years old and don't have to make any big decisions. When you know that no matter what you do, someone will take care of you and fix everything. But when you're grown up, the world is not that black and white, and the right thing doesn't a tidy little arrow pointing to it. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I'll just sit back here and perform a few of the more acrobatic positions in the Kama Sutra. By myself, sadly. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Dressed-up Cass is like a creature from another planet. One I want to colonize. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I sit up, edge over close to my window, and push it open, slipping one leg in, then the next, turning back to Jase. "Come on."
His smile flashes in the gathering dark as his eyebrows lift, but he climbs carefully in as I lock my bedroom door.
"Be still," I tell him. "Now I'm going to learn all about you. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I can't help but notice that ... well, you're in my life ... at our house, with my family, in my world. But am I really in yours? ... — Huntley Fitzpatrick

How could Clay have said all that, smooth as Kentucky bourbon, and Mom just sitting there as if she'd already drunk the bottle... — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Grace Reed: the bride at every wedding, the corpse at every wake. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

My hand is stroking the back of Nan's head, my mind racing with every possible scenario. Daniel announced he's gay. Daniel has Erectile Dysfunction. Daniel confessed to being a vampire and not being able to have sex with her because he might kill her. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

After a few minutes, he turns to my face slowly. Are his eyes lingering on my eyes, my lips? I'm not sure. I want them to. Then he says, "Let's get home. We'll take the Bug and go somewhere. Alice owes me."
As we clamber back over the rocks, I can't stop wondering what just happened there. I could swear he was looking at me like he wanted to kiss me. What's stopping him? Maybe he isn't attracted to me at all. Maybe he just wants to be friends? I'm not sure I can pull off being just friends with someone whose clothes I want to rip off.
Oh god. Did I actually just think that? I steal another look at Jase in his jeans. Yes. Yes, I did. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I peer at them, noticing that they all say things like "A STEAL AT $ 3,999!" or "THEY DON'T MAKE 'EM ANYMORE" or "PURRS LIKE A TIGER CUB. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

But here's the truth: In movies, it's never half so lovely as it is here and now with Jase. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

The Garretts were my bedtime story, long before I ever thought I'd be part of the story myself. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Who are these people, and why do they think their own opinions are the only right ones? — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Could this guy sound a little less like a fortune cookie on acid? — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Tim, I'd chew you up and spit you out." She slants forward, yanks the straps of her bikini behind her neck, ties them, and settles back. God. I almost can't breathe.
But I can talk.
I can always talk.
"We could progress to that, Alice. But maybe we start with some gentle nibbling?"
Alice shuts her eyes, opens them again, and gives me an indecipherable look.
"Why don't I scare you?" she asks.
"You do. You're scary as hell," I assure her. "But that works for me. Completely. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Sometimes we hold on to something - a person, a resentment, a regret, an idea of who we are - because we don't know what to reach for next. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It's like Tim's drowning and they're worried about the color of his swimsuit. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

You can do better than that." He loops his arms around my waist and pulls me to him.
"Where are your gloves?"
"Better than that too." He drops a kiss on my collarbone. "Good to see you, Cass. I dreamed about you, Cass ... Feel free to improvise."
"Aren't you supposed to be wearing those work gloves? When you're working? Because otherwise your poor hands won't ... "
Gah. I sound like Mom, or the school nurse.
I'm no good at this.
Luckily, Cass is good enough for both of us. "I missed you, Gwen. It's good to see you, Gwen. I dreamed about you, Gwen. Yeah, haven't gotten around to the gloves. More important things to focus on. Want me to tell you what they are? — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I wonder if the children of movie stars get this weird sense of disconnect I have now. The person on-screen looks like the woman who makes lemonade in our kitchen, but the words coming out of her mouth are alien. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

What's up with this sudden obsession with Jakes physique? He shoots me a look that asks: Is he measuring me for a coffin? — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Making love. I've cringed every time Hester used those words. So off and awkward and unrelated to what actually goes on between two bodies. You make breakfast, you make time, you make the team. Love? Not so much. But I get it now. Like making fire. Not rubbing two sticks together to pull something out of thin air. More like finally being able, knowing enough, to warm your hands at something you built, stick by stick. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Right. Because if you have trouble putting ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, you should totally move on to saving lives. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I return to the sprinklers and sit down. George plunks down next to me. "Did you know that a bird-eating tarantula is as big as your hand?"
"Jase doesn't have one of those, does he?"
George gives me his sunniest smile. "No. He useta have a reg'lar tarantula named Agnes, but she" - his voice drops mournfully - "died."
"I'm sure she's in tarantula heaven now," I assure him hastily, shuddering to think what that might look like.
Mrs. Garret's van pulls in behind the motorcycle, disgorging what I assume are Duff and Andy, both red-faced and windblown. Judging by their life jackets, they've been at sailing camp.
George and Harry, my loyal fans, rave to their mother about my accomplishments, while Patsy immediately bursts into tears, points an accusing finger at her mother, and wails, "Boob."
"It was her first word." Mrs. Garret takes her from me, heedless of Patsy's damp swimsuit. "There's one for the baby book. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Yeah so - nothing gets lost. Cal isn't, and not just because he'll still be a little part of my life. I get to carry him with me, the way you do all your memories and mistakes. He started out a mistake I had no memory of, and he wound up being, well, my kid.
Maybe thinking any one person can show up and give you all you need is as much of a delusion as thinking you can find truth in a bottle. Maybe you can just find what you need in little pieces, in people who show up for one crucial moment - or a whole chain of them - even if they can't solve it all. Maybe this is the secret of big families, like the Garretts ... and like AA. People's strengths can take their turn. There can be more of us than their is trouble. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Is Jase already going to marry you?"
I start coughing again. "Uh. No. No, George. I'm only seventeen." As if that's the only reason we aren't engaged.
"I'm this many," George holds up four slightly grubby fingers. "Jase is seventeen and a half. You could. Then you could live in here with him. And have a big family."
Jase strides back into the room, of course, midway through this proposition. "George. Beat it. Discovery Channel is on."
George backs out of the room, but not before saying, "His bed's really comfortable. And he never pees in it."
The door closes and we both start laughing. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Voldemort the corn snake with the shoe fetish. Wonderful. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It's as though I don't make a ripple as I drop off the face of the earth. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I remember ... watching that separation of sea and sky ... and for the first time I realize that none of us are seeing the same thing. That all our horizons end in different places. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It's not rocket science, Nan. You show someone they matter to you - do whatever it takes to show that. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

The combined odors of Cass's subtle aftershave and the disgusting reek of Nic are overpowering. I wonder if Cass will keel over and I'll have to perform CPR. This speculation should not feel so much like a fantasy. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Everyone who makes a mistake isn't doomed to be an asshole forever. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

God, I hate it when people even say there are types, like people come in flavors. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

This is Sailor Supergirl," George says. "She knows all about black holes. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

We get to the front door and I lean back against it. "Thank you," I repeat.
"You'd have done the same for me." Jase puts his thumb under my chin and tips it up. "It's nothing."
"Well, except that I can't drive, and you never would have gotten yourself into that situation and
"
"Shhh." He pulls on my lower lip gently with his teeth, then fits his mouth to mine. First so careful, and then so deep and deliberate, that I can't think of anything at all but his smooth back under my hands. My fingers travel to the springy-soft texture of his hair, and I lose myself in the movement of his lips and his tongue. I'm so glad I'm still alive to feel all those things. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I could always get by on a fake ID, calm face, and a smile. My sister could look guilty saying her prayers. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Jase glances up to smile at me. Don't worry, Sam. It's just us. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Shhhh. He pulls on my lower lip gently with his teeth, then fits his mouth to mine. First so careful, and then so deep and deliberate, that I can't think of anything at all but his smooth back under my hands. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I've got a surprise." Jase opens the door of the van for me a couple days later. I haven't seen Tim or Nan since the incident at the B&T, and I'm secretly glad for a break from the drama.
I slide into the van, my sneakers crunching into a crumpled pile of magazines, an empty Dunkin' Donuts coffee cup, various Poland Spring and Gatorade bottles, and lots of unidentifiable snack wrappers. Alice and her Bug are evidently still at work.
"A surprise, for me?" I ask, intrigued.
"Well, it's for me, but you too, kind of. I mean, it's something I want you to see."
This sounds a little unnerving. "Is it a body part?" I ask.
Jase rolls his eyes. "No. Jeez. I hope I'd be smoother than that."
I laugh. "Okay. Just checking. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Um. So ... Are we going to study?"
Jase slides his thumbs behind my ears, rubbing the hollow at their base. He's only inches from my face, still looking into my eyes. "You bet. I'm studying you. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It's a good idea to keep your eye on the guys who think they know the one true path. They might just mow you down if you're in their way. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It is as if everything else in the world stops as we lie here in the summer night. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I like eggs and bacon," George tells me. "But" - his face clouds - "do you know that bacon is" - tears leap to his eyes - "Wilbur? — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Fanning out the possibilities in front of me like paint chips - How lovely this would look on your future! — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Why do all the hot girls want the jocks and the good boys? We losers are the ones that need you. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

You can choose where your feet take you, man. That's Dominic again, who's like my own little Jiminy Cricket, Portuguese fisherman style. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Everything you say makes sense, sir. I guess it's logical. But with all due respect, you're out of your fucking mind. Come on, Sam. Let's go home. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

He instantly covers my fingers with his own, giving me his slow, intoxicating smile. I feel a pang, as though I'm handing over a part of myself I've never offered before. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

When I turn back to Jase, he's again beaming at me. "You're nice." He sounds pleased, as if he hadn't expected this aspect of my personality. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I thought I'd just go and come back a Sophisticated Woman Who Took Her Relationship to the Next Level in the Big Apple."
I wince. There's no way I'm bringing up Tim right now. "Did Daniel use that phrase again? Maybe if we made him a little dictionary? We could translate his words into something remotely sexy. Take Our Relationship to the Next Level could be Come on, Baby, Light My Fire. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Put down the Technicolor ones. No freaking way."
"But blue's my favorite color," I say, batting my eyelashes at him.
"Put them down. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

And the way he does look at me makes me feel absolutely beautiful. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

No words for a long time. Which is fine, because even the most important ones
I love you. I'm sorry. Forgive me? I'm here
are only stand-ins for what you can say better without talking at all. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

He's so easy to forgive. No sins at all. Not like my mom. Not like me. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Looks out over the water, the ocean that changes and never changes. Horizons that seem like endings but only bend farther into the sky, curving into something new, beginning all over again. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

So now you've met my mother,' I say to Jase that night, leaning back on the roof.
'I sure have. That was awesome. And completely uncomfortable. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

If what I want is a little less big, less noble than what he wants... does that make me the loser? — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Just so you know, Alice's nurse's uniform is a pair of green scrubs. She looks like Gumby. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

The Man of Steel never rests. Or maybe that's Jose the yard boy. I get my alter egos confused. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I cannot help but wonder if any parents ever actually schedule in adolescent drama on their day planners. Looks like a slow week, Sarah. I guess I can pencil in your eating disorder. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Her lips touch just against my mouth, then the cleft of my chin, back to my lips. 'Good night, Tim.' My lips on her forehead. 'Good night, Alice.' I can't remember ever having something and not reaching for more. But I back away from her, hands in my pockets. Enough. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I haven't seen Joel for a while. Where he once projected all laidback cool, now he's edgy, stalking around the kitchen. Alice churns out pancakes and the younger kids sit at the table, watching as if their older siblings are Nickelodeon. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It feels like forever since I've been "here" without being "there" and "there too" and "what about there. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Feel sorry for anyone who thinks what they think is right should be some universal law — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I finally get that sometimes we hold on to something - a person, a resentment, a regret, an idea of who we are - because we don't know what to reach for next. That what we've done before is what we have to do again. That there are only re-dos and no do-overs. And maybe ... maybe I know better than that. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Every time, I've bitten my tongue, stayed silent, with the thought: If I tell him, I'll lose him. Tonight is when I know. I already have. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Everything was wonderful and then everything was awful. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Tim Mason. The human equivalent of C-4. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Bring her People magazine and a coconut FrozFruit," I call after him. "Then you're golden. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Being a politician is a lot like being an alcoholic in denial. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Hey, he says again, sitting down next to me as though he knows me well. Need rescuing? — Huntley Fitzpatrick

No bikinis on a first date." He nods. "I'm sure that's a rule. Or should be. For my sisters anyway. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Maybe she's a gymnast with superior muscle control."
"She'd have to be in Cirque de Soleil to manage this. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Think about how it looks, Samantha. Not just how it feels. Make smart choices. Always consider consequences. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I never felt with her the way I feel whenever I even catch sight of you. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Even though this is something I know I want, I start to panic a little, until I remember the person I trust more than anyone else in the world. Jase. And I decide he's right. We'll figure it out together. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It's just whether you're going to do a decent thing or keep doing shitty things. So choose. Just stop whining about it. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

There's an opening at Mom's campaign," I say. "She needs all the help she can get
now that she's totally distracted by Clay Tucker."
"Who the hell's Clay Tucker?"
"The ... " Nan lowers her voice, even though all she says is: " ... younger man
Samantha's mother's dating."
"Your ma's dating?" Tim looks shocked. "I thought she pretty much confined herself
to a vibrator and the shower nozzle since your dad screwed her over. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Is Jase already gonna marry you?"
I start coughing again. "Uh, No. No, George. I'm only seventeen." As if that's the only reason we're not engaged.
"I'm this many." George holds up four, slightly grubby fingers. "But Jase is seventeen and a half. You could. Then you could live in here with him. And have a big family."
Jase strides back into the room, of course, midway through this proposition. "George. Beat it. Discovery Channel is on."
George backs out of the room but not before saying, "His bed's really comfortable. And he never pees in it. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Did you know that in space it's very, very cold? And there's no oxygen? And if an astronaut fell out of a shuttle without his suit he'd die right away?"
I'm a fast learner. "But that would never happen. Because astronauts are really, really careful."
George gives me a smile, the same dazzling sweet smile as his big brother, although at this point, with green teeth. "I might marry you," he allows. "Do you want a big family? — Huntley Fitzpatrick

If there were an Olympics for kidding yourself, I'd take home the gold. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

It'd be good if you'd stop apologizing right about now." "It's about all I've got to fix things. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Maybe thinking any one person can show up and give you all you need is as much of a delusion as thinking you can find truth in a bottle. Maybe you can just find what you need in little pieces, in people who show up for one crucial moment
or a whole chain of them
even if they can't solve it all. Maybe this is the secret of big families, like the Garretts ... and like AA. People's strengths can take their turn. There can be more of us than there is trouble. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

He has the kind of Southern accent that makes you think of melting butter on biscuits, and porch swings. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

My head hurts and my heart feels nothing but numb blankness. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

When she's worried Vivien gives herself pedicures and facials. Nic lifts weights. I bake. So, Vivien ends up looking more glamourous. Nic gets fitter. And I just get fat. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

They say you never know what you would do in a hypothetical situation. We'd all like to think we'd be one of the people who gave up their lifejackets and waved a stoic good-bye from the slanting deck of the titanic, someone who jumped in front of a bullet for a stranger, or turned and raced back up the stairs of one of the towers, in search of someone who needed help rather than our own security. But you just don't know for sure if, when things fall apart, you'll think safety first, or if safety will be the last thing on your mind. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

All the things that stay the same... and everything that's changed. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Guys hate anticipation. That's why we all write about satisfaction. Why we never wrap presents. I notice you wrapped mine."
"I thought it was because you're all too cheap to buy wrapping paper. Or too clueless to find it in the store."
"There's that. But honestly, you go to the trouble of getting someone a present, something you think they'd like - why hide it and make them work for it? It's coy. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Is it? All I know is that I can't seem to stop - this - or slow it down. Or remember exactly why that's what I want. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

But Ma, I have the power to save her!"
-TIM — Huntley Fitzpatrick

The worst thing about being a blonde is that your entire body blushes - ears, throat, everything. Impossible to overlook. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

What did you have on your feet this time?" I ask.
"Toes," he replies easily, and grins at me, lifting one long foot to put it on the sill of the car, wiggling his toes for emphasis. There's a jagged open cut near his big toenail. "Well, toes and blood. Cut it on a shell. But I made it all the way to the pier this time. Very Navy Seal, huh? Ran right through the pain, because I am just that full of testosterone. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

This boy. Eyes on my face again, little smile lurking, just barely parenthesizing the corners of his lips. He lifts his eyebrows, waiting. And willing to. However long. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

George gives me a smile, the same dazzling sweet smile as his big brother, although, at this point, with green teeth. "I might marry you," he allows. "Do you want a big family?"
I start to cough and feel a hand pat my back.
"George, it's usually better to discuss this kind of thing with your pants on." Jase drops boxer shorts at George's feet, then sets Patsy on the ground next to him.
She's wearing a pink sunsuit and has one of those little ponytails that make one sprout of hair stick straight up on top all chubby arms and bowed legs. She's, what, one now?
"Dat?" she demands, pointing to me a bit belligerently.
"Dat is Samantha," Jase says. "Apparently soon to be your sister-in-law." He cocks an eyebrow. "You and George move fast."
"We talked astronauts," I explain ... — Huntley Fitzpatrick

That prickling feeling when something's not right. That calm feeling when it is. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

I'm not sure I can pull off being just friends with someone whose clothes I want to rip off. — Huntley Fitzpatrick