Friends first."" Even before Brett?"" Always," Beta said. Her lively freckled face was dead serious." Wow," Melody said in surprise. They really were friends. Hearing it helped her feel it. And feeling it was like sinking deeper into a warm bath.

— Lisi Harrison

I don't know." She sat on the bench and hugged the robe like a pillow. "I still think that Brett guy is cute."" Good luck getting him away from Beta." Cleo gathered her silky black hair into a high pony and pink-dabbed Smith's Rosebud Salve on her lips. "She's got more grip than Crazy Glue."" More cling than Saran Wrap," Leila added." More hold than Final Net." Cleo giggled." More possession than The Exorcist," Leila managed." More clench than butt cheeks," Blue chimed in." More competition than American Idol," Frankie stuck out her chest and showed them her diva booty roll. The girls burst out laughing." Nice!" Blue lifted her purple gloved hand. Frankie slapped it without a single spark." I hate to be a downer..." Claudine shuffled back into the conversation wearing her slippers and robe. "But that girl will destroy you if she catches you with Brett."" I'm not worried," Frankie tossed her hair back. "I've seen all the teen movies, and the nice girl gets the boy in the end.

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I'd rather be a friendless loser than have a bunch of friends who secretly hated me. (spoken by Massive Block)

— Lisi Harrison

Inspiration is all around us. Don't let the brain limit the mind.

— Lisi Harrison

It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured - hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness, and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.

— Lisi Harrison

It was becoming more and more evident that Salem was a town that celebrated individuality, a real live-and-let-live kind of place. Melody felt a gut punch of regret. Her old nose would have fit in here." Look!" She pointed at the multicolored car whizzing by. Its black door were from a Mercedes coupe, the white hood from a BMW; the silver trunk was Jaguar, the red convertible top was Lexus, the whitewall tires were Bentley, the sound system was Bose, and the music was classical. A hood ornament from each model dangled from the rearview mirror. Its license plate appropriately read MUTT." That car looks like a moving Benton ad."" Or a pileup on Rodeo Drive." Candace snapped a picture with her iPhone and e-mailed to her friends back home. They responded instantly with a shot of what they were doing. It must have involved the mall because Candace picked up her pace and began asking anyone under the age of fifty where the cool people hung out.

— Lisi Harrison

My goal is to teach readers how to treat and respect themselves and each other in an entertaining way. I do that in all of my books.

— Lisi Harrison

No, I'm serious," Frankie insisted, fed up with being silenced. "Why didn't you just make me a Noémie?" Viktor sighed. "Because that's not who we are. We're special. And I'm very proud that. You should be, too."" Proud?" Frankie spat out the word as if it had been soaked in nail polish remover. "How can I be proud when everyone is telling me to hide?"" I'm telling you to hide so you'll be safe. But you can still feel proud of who you are," he explained, like it really was that simple. "Pride has to come from within you and stay with you, no matter what people say." Huh? Frankie crossed her arms and looked away.

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One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line - gather, fall, slide...gather, fall, slide...each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

— Lisi Harrison

Question."" Yes," Candace asked expectantly, eyes fixed on the dark street ahead." Have you ever had two chose sides between a friend and a boyfriend?" Candace nodded." Which side are you supposed to pick?"" The right one."" What if they're both right?"" They're not."" But they are," Melody insisted. "That's the problem."" No." Candace slowly rolled past a police cruiser. "They both think they're right. But who do you think is right? Which side represents the thing you think is worth fighting for?" Melody glanced out the window as though she was expecting the answer to be revealed on a neighbor's lawn. Every house except hers had the lights turned off. "I don't know."" You do," Candace insisted. "You just don't have the courage to be honest with yourself. Because then you'd have to do the thing you don't want to do, and you hate doing anything that's hard. Which is why you gave up singing and why you have no life and why you've always been a -""Um okay! Can we get back to the part where you were sounding like Oprah?"" I'm just saying, Kelly, what would you do if you weren't afraid? That's your answer. That's your side." She turned into the circular driveway and put the SUV in PARK. "And if you don't choose it, you're lying to yourself and everyone around you." She opened the door and grabbed her purse. "Oprah out!" The door slammed behind her.

— Lisi Harrison