Fitzpatrick Quotes & Sayings

Believe that God is strong enough to save your children, no matter how you fail. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

If I were thinking straight, I'd take you home right now, — Becca Fitzpatrick

Our flag represents every American and it should not be hidden away as a result of property agreements. — Mike 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

Then let's do the interview over the phone. I've got a list of questions right-'
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. On the line beneath it I added, smokes cigars. Will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon. Excellent physical shape. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together. — Becca Fitzpatrick

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

Dying should not be a taxable event. — Mike Fitzpatrick

She likes you, she just doesn't understand you. — Becca Fitzpatrick

I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Are you defending Marcie?"
He shook his head. "I don't need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand ... "
I pointed at the door. "Out. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Bus factor (noun): the number of people that need to get hit by a bus before your project is completely doomed. — Brian W. Fitzpatrick

If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name."
By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side.
"What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Dante said, "I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off."
"That's because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been
homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he'll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Did you happen to see what time slot they gave me?'
'Eight o'clock. All eyes, er, lips will be on you.'
I dug into my purse for a tube of lip balm and tucked it into the front pocket of his tee. ' A friendly deed for a friend in need. Halfway through your shift, you'll thank me.'
He dug out the tube and read the label - creme de menthe flavored. 'For real? This is as close as I'm getting to touching your lips tonight? — Becca Fitzpatrick

Rollover minutes don't work with curfews. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Patch wore black jeans and a matching T- shirt that hugged his form. He rested his hands on my shoulders, facing me. "Ready?"
Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that."
Amusement softened his eyes.
"I'll try to control where I put my hands, but in the heat of things, who knows what could happen?" I added.
Patch grinned. "Sounds promising. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Your mom isn't going to let me step foot inside this place. I've seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry. — Becca 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

There was nothing wrong with fire ... as long as you didn't stand too close. Something to keep in mind. — Becca Fitzpatrick

I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Sunlight stretched across the Nebraska miles, burning fiery pink-gold through a bank of clouds on the horizon. It was almost sunset, and the land spread out, an expanse of never-ending cornfields broken only by the rising silhouette of a windmill or grain silo. — Becca Fitzpatrick

I wasn't expecting to come home to you, but now that you're here, I have no intention of letting you leave. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Why is Anthony Amowitz using his pimp smile on you?"
"You're only calling him a pimp because he's here. At Marcie's."
"Yeah, so?"
"He's being nice." I elbowed her. "Smile back."
"Being nice? He's being horny. — Becca Fitzpatrick

He regarded us with dark, evaluating eyes. "This can't be good."
"I'll go first," Dabria began, sucking in a rattling breath.
"Not even close," I shot back. I faced Patch directly, cutting Dabria out of the conversation. "She kissed you! And Dante, who's been tailing you, by the way, caught it on camera. Imagine my surprise when that's what I got an eyeful of earlier tonight. Did you even think to tell me?"
"I told her I kissed you, and that you pushed me away," Dabria protested shrilly.
"What are you still doing here?" I exploded at Dabria. "This is between me and Patch. Leave already!"
"What are you doing here?" Patch echoed to Dabria, his tone sharpening.
"I - broke in," she sputtered. "I was scared. I couldn't sleep. I can't stop thinking about Hanoth and the other Nephilim."
"You have got to be kidding me," I said. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Do you think the Bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it's real?"
"I think Pastor Calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction. — Becca Fitzpatrick

What about you?" I kept my voice carefully indifferent.
He flashed me a cold smile, sharp at the edges. "Worried about me?"
Because I couldn't think of anything snide to say, I stuck my tongue out at him. Jude wagged his head. "More tongue exercises? Would have thought you'd had enough last night."
"Go to hell."
"Sorry, love, but we're already there. — Becca Fitzpatrick

I haven't been able to think straight since I met you. I can't think of a day when you haven;t been in my thoughts. There are a hundred other things I should be thinking about, but I think about you. What you're doing, when I'll see you next, what you're thinking. — Becca Fitzpatrick

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

Strangely enough, it wasn't Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Parents have the ability to screen their children's Internet access at home. — Mike Fitzpatrick

Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. "This class isn't going to teach me anything I don't already know."
"Vee? As in virgin?"
"Not so loud." She winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Hello, Pepper. It's been a while," I said. "The last time we met up, you tried to kidnap me, isn't that right? — Becca Fitzpatrick

He hooked his fingers under the seat of my chair, dragging me closer to him. — Becca Fitzpatrick

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

First," he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, "choose your tomato." He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. "Good. Now pick up the knife."
"Does the chef always stand this close?" I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me.
"When he's revealing culinary secrets, yes. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Religion?" I asked more firmly.
Patch dragged a hand thoughtfully along the line of his jaw. "Not religion ... cult."
"You belong to a cult?" I realized too late that while I sounded surprised, I shouldn't have.
"As it turns out, I'm in need of a healthy female sacrifice. I'd planned on luring her into trusting me first, but if you're ready now ... — Becca Fitzpatrick

I am encouraged by the news today that United States special operations personnel found, identified and killed the terrorist Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, the operational commander of the al-Qaeda led insurgency in Iraq. Al-Zarqawi was the public face of the insurgency. — Mike Fitzpatrick

Every way that we try to make our kids good that isn't rooted in the good news of the life, death, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus Christ is a damnable, crushing, despair-breedin g, Pharisee-produc ing law. — Elyse Fitzpatrick

THE SLEEK BLACK AUDI ROLLED to a stop in the parking lot overlooking the cemetery, but none of the three men inside had any intention of paying respects to the dead. The hour burned past midnight, and the grounds were officially closed. — Becca Fitzpatrick

You want to possess my body, don't you?"
"Girl, there's a lot of things I want to do to your body, but that isn't one of them — Becca Fitzpatrick

You smell good, too," said Patch
It's called a shower." I was staring straight ahead. When he didn't answer, I turned sideways. "Soap. Shampoo. Hot water."
Naked. I know the drill. — Becca 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

I lie on top of him, skin to skin. He's tall, I'm not, but when we lie like this, we fit together. All the curves of my body relax into the strength of his. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

The blood vessels in Nora's face are widening and her skin is warming," Patch said. "She knows she's being evaluated. She likes the attention, but she's not sure how to handle it."
"I am not blushing."
"She's nervous," Patch said. "She's stroking her arm to draw attention away from her face and down to her figure, or maybe her skin. Both are strong selling points. — Becca Fitzpatrick

That's what I thought, you abominable prick. — Becca Fitzpatrick

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep - I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under. — Becca Fitzpatrick

My basic rule is, if it could possibly come from the end user, it's not a run-time crash. But if it is my code to my code, I crash it as hard as possible - fail as early as possible. — Brad Fitzpatrick

Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Part of me wanted to run away from him screaming, Fire! A more reckless part was tempted to see how close I could get without ... combusting. — Becca Fitzpatrick

I don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves."
Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion? — Becca Fitzpatrick

I'm not going anywhere near a motel with you. — Becca Fitzpatrick

I like you in my bed," Patch said. "I rarely pull down the covers. I rarely sleep. I could get used to this picture."
"Are you offering me a permanent place?"
"Already put a spare key in your pocket."
I patted my pocket. Sure enough, something small and hard was snug inside. "How charitable of you."
"I'm not feeling very charitable now," he said, holding my eyes, his voice deepening with a gravelly edge. "I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you. — Becca Fitzpatrick

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

Because it's easier to slap on a Band-Aid than to open a would and clean it out. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can. — Becca Fitzpatrick

We spend our whole lives running from our past, never realizing it's hitched to us - we can't ever outrun it. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Sure thing, Gumdrop. -Scott — Becca Fitzpatrick

You didn't tell me she was so soft on the eyes," he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent.
"I didn't tell her how hard you are on them either," Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin. — Becca Fitzpatrick

...some of the most important work that we can do as scholars may more closely resemble contemporary editorial or curatorial practices, bringing together, highlighting and remixing significant ideas in existing texts than remaining solely focused on the production of more ostensibly original texts. — Kathleen Fitzpatrick

These sites have torn down the geographical divide that once prevented long distance social relationships from forming, allowing instant communication and connections to take place and a virtual second life to take hold for its users. — Mike Fitzpatrick

Jev stroked his chin. Do I look like a summer fling? — Becca Fitzpatrick

Heat flushed Chauncey's neck; it took all his energy to curl his hands into two weak fists. He laughed at himself, but there was no humor. He had no idea how, but the boy was inflicting the nausea and weakness inside him. It would not lift until he took the oath. He would say what he had to, but he swore in his heart he would destroy the boy for this humiliation. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel? — Becca Fitzpatrick

See, when you lie to me it hurts," Rixon said, swiping an imaginary tear. "I thought we had something special. I thought our joint eternal sentences of damnation were our bond. — Becca Fitzpatrick

I almost short her once or twice, but the excitement ends there. — Becca Fitzpatrick

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

Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won't be pretty."
"I'll relay the message."
"If you tell me where he's hiding, I'll relay it myself."
I had to work not to smile. "Something tells me your message would be a lot more direct."
"Let's just say he'd get the point. — Becca Fitzpatrick

He brushed my curls back off my face. I never pictured my life so complete. I never thought I'd have everything I want. You're everything to me, Angel. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Think they have any bras in here that can get my babies to lie flat?"
"They're called sports bras and they have a nasty side effect called the uni-boob. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Fitzpatrick: Back when I was doing Perl-even for people that knew Perl really well-I would recommend MJD's Higher-Order Per!. The book is really fun in that it starts somewhat simple and you're like, "Yeah, yeah, I know what a closure is." And then it just continues to fuck with your head. By the end of the book, you're just blown away. — Peter Seibel

And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too. — Becca Fitzpatrick

I've been sober nearly two months, but I have yet to go cold turkey on assholicism. — Huntley Fitzpatrick

Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for. — Becca Fitzpatrick

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

Maturity in the Christian life is measured by only one test: how much closer to his character have we become? — Elyse Fitzpatrick

You smell good."
"It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-"
"Naked. I know the drill. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Our goal as parents should not be to create a bunch of good kids, but rather to have them see how dead they are and that there is only life in the work of Jesus Christ. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?"
"Thinking."
"Thinking?"
"A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision. — Becca Fitzpatrick

But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you.
I always have.
All my love,
Patch — Becca Fitzpatrick

Every family has troubles, but the way my parents handled ours ... — Becca Fitzpatrick

Make no mistake; child predation on the Internet is a growing problem. — Mike Fitzpatrick

You won't "bear fruit for God" if you continually think about how you have failed to keep the law. Instead, your heart and mind have to be convinced of the love of your new husband, and you have to delight in him alone. It's only a responsive love for Jesus and all he has done for you personally that will cause godly fruit to be born in your life. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

You're going to love him. The two of you share the same fashion sense. — Becca Fitzpatrick

What little light was left inside me flickered out. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Teaching our children to be well-behaved, good citizens is proper as far as it goes. But we must never mistake this training for Christian nurture or discipline, nor should we mistake their acquiescence to our social mores as true Christian righteousness. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

That's really eco-friendly of you," Vee told Marcie. "Recycling Nora's old trash. — Becca Fitzpatrick

It's so real."
"Most dreams are. It isn't until you wake up that you see all the plot holes. — Becca Fitzpatrick

The world tells us that our children's success depends upon our success. The world knows nothing of God's ability to use our failures as means to bless. "What is impossible with men is possible with God" (Luke 18:27). — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination? — Becca Fitzpatrick

I thought parenting was going to reveal my strengths, never realizing that God had ordained it to reveal my weaknesses. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

In my heart is rooted in lovelessness and thanklessness ... By contrast, every truly holy act, including even the inner desire to be holy, springs out of the love and worship that He has placed in my heart. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

I'm not an artist or a collector. I'm a skateboard kid with no one to tell me if I'm not doing things the right way. — Leo Fitzpatrick

Duc?' The boy leaned against a twisted willow tree. 'Or bastard? — Becca Fitzpatrick

Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?" He lifted my bandaged hand. Underneath all the game, my knuckles throbbed from punching Jules. Patch kissed each finger, taking his time, keeping his eyes glued to mine.
"What good is a body if I can't have you? — Becca Fitzpatrick

Wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer," he spoke to my mind.
"Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker," I shot back. — Becca Fitzpatrick

The world feeds us a steady diet of it's-okay-if-you-are-a-nice-person sprinkled with a bit of if-you-try-your-hardest and topped with a strong drink of you-meant-well. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. "You have me forever. — Becca Fitzpatrick