Rebecca Godfrey Quotes & Sayings

I've read Flowers in the Attic and The Other Side of Midnight and Go Ask Alice and I don't want to read any more books where the girl dies in the end. — Rebecca Godfrey

Interference is a terrific page-turner, but it's also a haunting, powerful look at the way families and friendships entangle us all. Berry is a sharp-eyed, engaging writer, and she deftly captures the terrors, ruptures and intimacies of one seemingly ordinary neighborhood, always finding a precarious beauty in her characters' lives. This is a book that is terrifying, startling, and very hard to put down. — Rebecca Godfrey

I saw this girl dancing, and I moved closer to her because I liked the way she looked, haughty and sexy but not in a slutty way, and when I got closer to her, I realized she was me and I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like the kind of girl I'd always wanted to befriend. — Rebecca Godfrey

Call it inevitable, call it the doomed fate of love. Call it karmic, fucked up, the dance of the wolves. Live it, love it, call it life. Call it Led Zeppelin. Yeah, yeah. Really, I don't really, really don't fucking care. — Rebecca Godfrey

That girl in the backseat of the beater, I wonder if she's bored d restless, stuck in this small town, hating the slow, stoned laughter and the same rock song on the radio. I hope she caught a glimpse of me through the steam. Even if she only saw my tear widen and my legs kick off the ground, she might think I know where I'm going. She might think I've found a way. — Rebecca Godfrey

I don't know why, but whenever I'd look at Amber, all determined and long-legged, I'd imagine her climbing out of a car wreck while the slow, sluggish passengers burned inside. — Rebecca Godfrey

But the problem with me was that as soon as I started thinking about getting it together, I got this mad craving desire to fuck it up. — Rebecca Godfrey

The newspaper got it all wrong. They should have called me a harlot and a slut, a poseur and a tease, a nubile and naive,
a slattern and a sleaze, a vandalist and anarchist, a dirty dilettante with a fatal and fervent disease.
Because I was all of those things in the twelve days when there was too much rain and I was burning and I found and lost Justine. — Rebecca Godfrey

Broken locks and bruised knees and borrowed lipgloss and rain on the streets — Rebecca Godfrey