Ally Carter: Likeness

“I suppose a lot of teenage girls feel invisible sometimes, like they just disappear. Well, that's me—Cammie the Chameleon. But I'm luckier than most because, at my school, that's considered cool.

I go to a school for spies.”

“I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.”

“Step 4: Cough and gag.
Step 5: Repeat Step 4 until it feels like maybe your lungs aren't inside your body anymore.
Step 6: Remember that a really cute boy is beside you, so try to cough in a far more attractive manner.”

“I wouldn't mind meeting a dashing thief," the woman's friend whispered. Hale winked at Kat.

Kat raised her eyebrows and whispered, "I'd like to meet one of those, too.”

“If you die of pneumonia, I'm pretty sure there are at least a dozen guys who'll try to kill me and make it look like an accident
(Hale)”

“You look disappointed to see me, Zach," Macey teased. "Don't you like my jacket?”

“Because sometimes not liking someone is easier.”

“Excuse me, but aren't boys forbidden on this floor?' Macey said on our way to the suite.

'That's the advantage of being the only boy,' he (Zach) said. 'No one actually comes right out and makes rules like that.”

“Boys! Are they always this impossible? Do they always say cryptic, indecipherable things? (Note
to self: work with Liz to adapt her boy-to-English translator into a more mobile form—like maybe a
watch or necklace.)”

“Acting like you don’t care is a whole lot easier when you don’t care”

“Denying the undeniable just makes you sound like a fool as well as a liar.”

“That's when I heard the sounds of a certified genius spinning around in circles like a dog chasing its tail.”

“If we hadn't hated him a lot, we might have liked him a little at that moment. But we did. So we didn't.”

“Maybe Liz was right and she'd wanted someplace safe. Maybe Mr. Solomon really did understand that running was the only way Macey would find out if we'd run after her. Or maybe, like me, she just wanted to disappear for a little while”

“Why do I feel like I can't trust you anymore?'

I wanted him to lash out. I wanted him to fight, to protest, to argue- to do anything but look deeper into my eyes and say, 'because the Gallagher Academy doesn't admit fools”

“If he'd looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.”

“If you don't want to be a victim, don't act like one.”

“The Subject has really blue eyes that twinkle when he looks at someone like she's maybe a little bit insane.”

“… For all the days of our lives," we finished and I felt a little like a character in one of my grandma's soap operas…”