Quotes & Sayings About Mara Dyer

I feel something, I do it. I want something, I take it. — Michelle Hodkin

It doesn't matter", he murmured against my skin. His fingers traced the cuts, healing the veins beneath them. "There's only one thing that does."
"What?" I whispered.
He looked at me through his long,, dark lashes, with my hands still in his. "Killing Jude. — Michelle Hodkin

Don't you mean 'assclown'?" he looked amused.
"No," I said louder this time. "I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses. — Michelle Hodkin

Names?' the receptionist asked us.
"Jesus," Jamie answered.
"Mary," said Stella.
"Satan," I said as I walked past her and pushed open the door to Ira Ginsberg's office. — Michelle Hodkin

You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'"
"Sorry," Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person. — Michelle Hodkin

Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look. — Michelle Hodkin

I hate you," I muttered.
Noah smiled wider. "I know. — Michelle Hodkin

All I want is you. You don't have to choose me now or ever, but when you choose, I want you free. — Michelle Hodkin

Are you mad at me too?" My voice sounded dead.
"Mad at you?" He seemed surprised by the question. "No," he finally said. "I'm not mad at you."
But he was still standing there, looking at me in a way I couldn't describe but didn't like. "Then what?"
"I'm scared of you," he said, and left the room. — Michelle Hodkin

I twisted my arm to curl him behind me and he unfolded there, the two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words. — Michelle Hodkin

Are you going to draw?"
"Nope."
"Shame. I was going to ask you to do me like one of your French girls. — Michelle Hodkin

I tilted my head up and asked, "What would you do if I kissed you right now?"
He pretended to think about it for an obnoxious amount of time before saying, "I would kiss you back. — Michelle Hodkin

I was warned about you, you know."
And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, "But you're here anyway. — Michelle Hodkin

You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you."
My tongue warred with my mind. "Today," I whispered.
Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. "Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. — Michelle Hodkin

Ladies and gentlemen, Jamal Feldstein-Roth."
I blinked. "Wait, Jamal?"
"Suck it," he said with a grin. "My parents are liberal Jews from Long Island, okay? They wanted me to have a connection to my heritage." Jamie made air quotes with his fingers.
"I'm not judging - my middle name is Amitra. I'm just surprised."
"Amitra," Noah amused. "Mystery solved."
"What is that?" Jamie asked me.
"Sanskrit? Hindi?" I shrugged.
"Randomly?"
I shook my head. "My mom's Indian."
"What does that mean?" Jamie asked me.
"What does Jamal mean?" I asked him.
"Point taken. — Michelle Hodkin

Mara, if you're tired, I can hear it. If you're hurt, I can feel it. And if you lie, I will know it. — Michelle Hodkin

I kind of want to see Mara Crucio their asses. — Michelle Hodkin

I feel like I'm going to catch hepatitis just standing here. — Michelle Hodkin

Sorry' doesn't mean anything when you can't promise not to do it again — Michelle Hodkin

Asscrown," I muttered under my breath as I headed to my next class. I wasn't proud of swearing at a complete stranger, no. but he started it.
Noah matched my pace. "Don't you mean 'assclown'?" He looked amused.
"No," I said, louder this time. "I mean asscrown. The crown on top of the asshat that covers the asshole of the assclown. The very zenith in the hierarchy of asses," I said, as though I was reading from a dictionary of modern profanity.
"I guess you nailed me then. — Michelle Hodkin

I punched him nos so lightly in the arm. 'Asshole.'
He was silent for a few minutes, and then he smacked my arm.
'OW!'
'You had a mosquito.'
'No, I didn't. — Michelle Hodkin

I'm too selfish to leave you," I said. Noah pulled back so I could see his smile. "I'm too selfish to let you. — Michelle Hodkin

What would you do if I kissed you right now?"
I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back. — Michelle Hodkin

Everyone's a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others. — Michelle Hodkin

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me - it's the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn't smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it's important that you know, so you're not next. — Michelle Hodkin

If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one of them. — Michelle Hodkin

Noah's eyes held my face. I swallowed hard. The juxtaposition of him sitting in a room full of people while staring at no one but me was overwhelming. Something shifted inside of me at the intimacy of us, eyes locked amid the scraping of twenty graphite pencils on paper.
I shaded his face out of nothingness. I smudged the slope of his neck and darkened his delinquent mouth, while the lights accented the right angle of his jaw against the cloudy sky outside. I did not hear the bell. I did not hear the other students rise and leave the room. I did not even notice that Noah no longer sat at the stool. — Michelle Hodkin

She can't help what she does to you. She is your weakness, as you are hers. — Michelle Hodkin

My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel. — Michelle Hodkin

This changed nothing. Nothing at all. Noah Shaw was still a whore, still an asshole, and still painfully out of my league. This was my inner mantra, the one I repeated on a loop until Noah tilted his head and spoke.
"You coming in?"
Yes. Yes I was. — Michelle Hodkin

You don't get what you do for him. You're like his manic pixie dream girl or something." Jamie thought for a second. "Actually, more like his psychotic demon nightmare thing, but whatever. You get my point. — Michelle Hodkin

I'd wasted so much time wishing I could be different, wishing I could change things, change myself ... I thought it would be easier to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I didn't think that anymore — Michelle Hodkin

There's some fuckery afoot. — Michelle Hodkin

Truer words were never spoken. — Michelle Hodkin

I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care. — Michelle Hodkin

In my rush, I hadn't tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me.
He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn't care.
"There," he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. "Now you won't fall."
Too late. — Michelle Hodkin

Pride goes before the fall. — Michelle Hodkin

Pain is just a feeling, and feelings aren't real. — Michelle Hodkin

Tonight. And I would give him tomorrow, and everyday after, for as long as I possibly could. It wasn't enough for me, but it was enough for him — Michelle Hodkin

You smell good," he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled.
"Really?"
"Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon. — Michelle Hodkin

You could start a fire with the heat between you two."
"You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection. — Michelle Hodkin

Rubbish. The Taj Mahal is only a hundred eighty-six square feet. This house has twenty-five thousand."
I stared at him blankly.
"I was kidding," he said.
I stared at him blankly.
"All right, I wasn't kidding. Let's go, shall we.?"
"After you, my liege. — Michelle Hodkin

I'll love you to ruins. — Michelle Hodkin

You're adorable when you're bitchy. — Michelle Hodkin

Any minute now . . ."Two seconds later, the sound of an alarm filled my ears."What did you do?" I said over the noise as he backed up toward the bathroom door."The girl who gave you the note?""Yes . . .""I caught her staring at my lighter."I blinked. "You gave a child, in a psych ward, a lighter."His eyes crinkled at the corners. "She seemed trustworthy.""You're sick," I said, but smiled."Nobody's perfect." Noah smiled back — Michelle Hodkin

The phone rang. Joseph darted to pick it up.
"Dyer residence," he answered formally.
"Hold please," he said as he covered the mouthpiece. He really was hilarious. "It's for you, Mara," he said. "And it's a booooy," he sing-songed.
I rolled my eyes but wondered who it could be. "I'm taking it in my room," I said as Joseph erupted in giggles. Horrible. — Michelle Hodkin

Stella turned to us. "One of us is going to have to swim it. Any volunteers?"
Jamie shook his head. "Not it. Sharks, first of all, and second of all, sharks"
- The Retribution of Mara Dyer — Michelle Hodkin

Jamie said in that voice of his, "You never saw us."
"I never saw you," the driver repeated, sounding dazed.
"You drove this astonishingly hot underwear model from south Texas. You wanted to lick his abs."
"I wanted to lick his abs."
"You're such an asshole," Stella muttered as she climbed out of the cab. — Michelle Hodkin

Well, schmear my bagel, if it isn't Mara Dyer. — Michelle Hodkin

Before I could say anything, Jamie began writing giant letters over the words with his index finger.
F-U-C-K Y-O-U.
My sentiments exactly. — Michelle Hodkin

I know what I can do to a girl with a word, a look, a touch. And I want to do them all to her. — Michelle Hodkin

This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But it's ours. It's us. I don't know how our story will end. but I know it will start. I pick up my pen and begin to write:
My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. — Michelle Hodkin

I'm chasing oblivion I will never find. — Michelle Hodkin

to the bad girls and the boys who love them. — Michelle Hodkin

Taste the Rainbow, bitch! — Michelle Hodkin

You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else. — Michelle Hodkin

I so badly needed to self-destruct. — Michelle Hodkin

I was just going to say it reminds me of the symbols on a family crest."
Noah stopped mid-stride, and turned very slowly. "We're not related."
"I know, but - "
"Don't even think it. — Michelle Hodkin

Have you kissed many boys before?" he asked quietly.
His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. "Boys? That's an assumption."
Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. "Girls, then?"
"No."
"Not many girls? Or not many boys?"
"Neither," I said. Let him make of that what he would.
"How many?"
"Why - "
"I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?"
My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. "One."
At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn't asking. Maybe I didn't mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah's five o' clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear.
"He was doing it wrong. — Michelle Hodkin

... and I so badly needed to self-destruct. — Michelle Hodkin

I'll be gentle," Noah added. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes, ruining me.
"You're evil."
"And you're mine. — Michelle Hodkin

My name is not Mara Dyer. — Michelle Hodkin

Have you made any other friends since we've been here?"
I gave him the death stare. "Yes, actually."
"Who? I want a name."
"Jamie Roth."
"The Ebola kid? I heard he's a little unstable."
"That was one incident. — Michelle Hodkin

I didn't know enough to hold myself back. Now I was too aware, hyperaware, and so the fear chained me. — Michelle Hodkin

I planted a kamikaze kiss on Jamie's cheek.
"FUCK," he shouted, wiping it off. "What if you killed me!" He threw a Skittle at my face. It hit my forehead.
"Ow!"
"Taste the rainbow bitch. — Michelle Hodkin

If you fight yourself, you will lose, and fighting leaves scares. — Michelle Hodkin

Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real. — Michelle Hodkin

Smoking was a bad habit, yes. But he looked so good doing it." - The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer — Michelle Hodkin

PLAY ME.
My gaze flicked to the hand. The fist was curled around a small tape recorder. I moved the fingers - still warm - and pressed play. A male voice started to speak.
"Do I have your attention?" the voice asked.
I knew that voice. But I couldn't believe I was hearing it.
"Noah's alive," Jude said. — Michelle Hodkin

I don't hear peeing," Jamie said mockingly.
"Eat me," I muttered.
"What's that?"
"Leave me," I said louder. — Michelle Hodkin

The air around us was charged as we stood opposite each other. Healer and destroyer, noon and midnight. We were silently deadlocked. — Michelle Hodkin

My chest, Stella's hip, Jamie's left ass cheek. — Michelle Hodkin

My fingers caught on something else as I withdrew them. It was his T-shirt, the white one with the holes in it. I filled my hands with the fabric and brought it up to my face.
I caught the barest, faintest scent of him, soap and sandalwood and smoke, and in that moment, I felt not loss but need. Noah was there for me when I had no one else. He believed me when no one else did. He could not be gone, I thought, but my throat began to hurt and my chest began to tighten and I curled up in bed, knees to chest, head to knees, waiting for tears that never came and sleep that did. — Michelle Hodkin

He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me. — Michelle Hodkin

How is it that you have friends, Noah?"
"I ask myself that daily" He chomped down on the plastic straw.
"Seriously. Inquiring minds want to know."
Noah's brow creased, but he stared straight ahead. "I guess I don't."
"Could've fooled me."
"Wouldn't be difficult."
That stung. "Go to hell," I said quietly.
"Already there," Noah said calmly, pulling out the straw from his mouth and chucking it to the floor. — Michelle Hodkin

Is there any point asking what you're going to make me do on Sunday?'
'Not really.'
Okay. 'Is there any point asking what you're going to do to me?'
He grinned wickedly. 'Not really.'
Fabulous. 'Does it involve the use of a safe word?'
'That will depend entirely on you.' Noah moved impossibly closer, just inches away. A few freckles disappeared into the scruff on his jaw. 'I'll be gentle,' Noah added. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes, ruining me.
I narrowed my eyes at him. 'You're evil.'
In response, Noah smiled, and raised his finger to gently tap the tip of my nose. 'And you're mine,' he said, then walked away. — Michelle Hodkin

Grounded likely means no phone or computer," Jamie said. "But if I encounter an owl, I'll try to smuggle a message to the outside, okay? — Michelle Hodkin

We're mutants now?"
"Don't tell Marvel. They'll sue us. — Michelle Hodkin

My brother cleared his throat. "I wish she knew that I think she is the most hilarious person on Earth. And that whenever she's not home, I feel like I'm missing my partner in crime."
My throat tightened. Do not cry. Do not cry.
"I wish she knew that she's really Mom's favorite
"
I shook my head here.
"
the princess she always wanted. That Mom used to dress her up like a little doll and parade her around like Mara was her greatest achievement. I wish Mara knew that I never minded, because she's my favorite too. — Michelle Hodkin

I would wait forever for the promise of seeing Mara, unleashed. — Michelle Hodkin

I laughed as I twisted to face him and raised my arm to hit in one move. He caught my wrist and my laugh caught in my throat. A mischievous grin curved my mouth as I raised my other hand to hit him. He reached over me and caught that wrist too, gently pinning my arms above my head as he straddled my hips. The space between us boiled my blood. — Michelle Hodkin

Wait," I said as Noah slipped a book from a shelf and headed toward the door. "Where are you going?"
"To read?"
But I don't want you to.
"But I need to go home," I said, my eyes meeting his. "My parents are going to kill me."
"Taken care of. You're at Sophie's house."
I loved Sophie.
"So I'm ... staying here?"
"Daniel's covering for you."
I loved Daniel.
"Where's Katie?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Eliza's house."
I loved Eliza.
"And your parents?" I asked.
"Some charity thing."
I loved charity.
"So why are you going to read when I'm right here? — Michelle Hodkin

My father might be right. If I lost Noah, I might just lose my mind. — Michelle Hodkin

I looked up at the video camera and stared. Then raised my hand and gave it the middle finger.
"I thought you were going to give it the District Twelve salute," Jamie said. — Michelle Hodkin