I loved you way before you ever had a chance to put a spell on me. I loved you at 'I've never been to Long Island,'" Zach said. I couldn't keep a big goofy grin from my face. I loved you at 'I like seals,'" I admitted. He grinned back.

— Meg Cabot

I love the Princess Diaries series! Do you?

— Meg Cabot

In a way, I was incredibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).

— Meg Cabot

I opened the door and went inside, calling "I'm home!" Except that I wasn't, really. Because home meant something else to me now, and had for quite a while. And he didn't live there anymore.

— Meg Cabot

I realized Michael was right. I mean, I am always writing in this journal. And I do compose a lot of poetry, and write a lot of notes and emails and stuff. I mean, I feel like I am always writing. I do it so much, I never even thought about it as a talent. It's just something I do all the time, like breathing.

— Meg Cabot

I think if I hadn't been a writer, I'd have been a teacher like my dad. He was a college professor, and one of my greatest regrets is that he passed away before I was able to prove to him that I wasn't going to be stuck working at Ran Roast Beef for the rest of my life!

— Meg Cabot

I think we're given multiple chances to meet multiple soulmates. Sure, you could meet a soulmate in high school. But that doesn't mean if you don't act on it, you'll never meet anyone else. You will, just at a time that's more convenient for you.

— Meg Cabot

I thought if you wore that, no matter what face you saw every morning in the mirror," he said in his deep voice, "you'll never forget who you really are." My eyes filling with tear, I held my hand out across the tabletop. He grasped my fingers, his grip strong and reassuring." As if I ever could," I said, my voice clogged with emotion, "with you around to remind me.

— Meg Cabot

It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.

— Meg Cabot

It’s one thing to protect yourself,” Dad yelled at me during our very next lunch. “That I get. Have I ever told you not to defend yourself? No. But did you have to permanently maim him? I spent all that money on that fancy school for girls-not to mention all that money for the shrinks-and what did that get me?” I shrugged. “A seven-figure civil suit?

— Meg Cabot