Goodbye AHS. You suck. I hate you. And yet... Somehow I'll miss you too.

— Meg Cabot

Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home. Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share with someone you love, I mean?

— Meg Cabot

However, because they have no actual interests of their own (or if they do, they squelch them in order to fit in) and merely pursue those that they think will look best on their college apps, they're zombies.

— Meg Cabot

I actually love writing for teens best. I had such an awful time in my own teen years - I love having the chance to relive them through my fiction.

— Meg Cabot

I did,” Henri said, with a triumphant look.“Oh,” Deena said, opening the book to the page 74, the one from her dream. “You mean this prince?” She pointed at the illustration of Lucifer. Henric’s grin faltered slightly. “Precisely.”“He’s not a prince,” Deena said. “As you know perfectly well, he’s a fallen angel. And what was Lucien’s mother?”“A p-princess,” Henri stammered. But there was terror in his eyes.“No,” Lucien said, shaking his head. “She was an angel.” Meena swung around to look at him. Tears glittered in her eyes as she gazed up into his, which had gone back to their normal deep brown.“Yes, Lucien,” she said, holding the book open in front of him. “That’s why Henri was trying to keep this from you. Because he realized it was the one thing that might help you remember what your mother always taught you. You, of all people, really do have a choice. You can choose to be good. . .because you are part good. No matter how hard you try to be the devil’s son, you’ve still got an angel for a mother.

— Meg Cabot

I felt as if the Milky Way, hovering above our heads like a celestial pitcher, had suddenly overturned, pouring suns and planets down my throat. Stars seemed to be shooting out of my finger and toes, the ends of my hair.

— Meg Cabot

If the guy likes/loves you, he won't care if you are a good kisser or not. He should like you for what you are - not how you kiss.

— Meg Cabot

If you give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day, but if you teach him to fish, he'll eat all the fish you might have caught for yourself.--Advice of Paul Slater, the evil mediator, to Size

— Meg Cabot

I get accused all the time of having a bigmouth. But if you ask me, guys gossip way more than girls do.

— Meg Cabot

I just want to let you know that when I look into my future, I see nothing but you.” That’s what Chaz had whispered in my ear at some point during the wedding last night. Then he’d whispered. “And you’re not even wearing Span.

— Meg Cabot