If this is really it...if you're really done with me...will you let me hold you tonight? - Travis

— Jamie McGuire

If you tell anyone what I just told you, I’ll call the Mob. I know some of them, you know.” “Bullshit.” I shrugged. “Believe what you want.” Finch eyed me suspiciously, and then smiled. “You are officially the coolest person I know.” “That’s sad, Finch. You should get out more,” I said, stopping at the cafeteria entrance.

— Jamie McGuire

I had died and woken up in High School Musical

— Jamie McGuire

I know we're fucked up, alright? I'm impulsive, and hot-tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute, and then need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don't deserve you...but I fucking love you, Abby. I love you more than I loved anyone or anything ever. When you're around, I don't need booze, or money, or the fighting, or the one-night stands...

— Jamie McGuire

I know you deserve better than me. You think I don’t know that? But if there was any woman made for me … it’s you.

— Jamie McGuire

I'll see you tomorrow, Mare. You know you want to see my ring."" And your that," she said, a smile in her voice.

— Jamie McGuire

I looked at Mommy but quickly shook my head. "I don't want to miss her." Becky put her soft, warm hand on my shoulder, just like Mommy used to when I was upset. "Your mom wants to be here with you. She wants that very much. But Jesus wants her with him right now." I frowned. "I need her more than Jesus does.

— Jamie McGuire

I'm going to kiss you now, and I don't know if I'll ever stop.

— Jamie McGuire

I need another drink!” I said as a second attempt to change the subject. “Shots!” America yelled. Sheila rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s what you need, another shot.

— Jamie McGuire

I rolled my eyes. “I feel like a zoo animal.” Travis watched me for a moment, noted those staring, and then stood up. “I CAN’T!” he yelled. I stared in awe as the entire room jerked their heads in his direction. Travis bobbed his head a couple of times to a beat in his head. Shepley closed his eyes. “Oh, no.” Travis smiled. “Get no….SA…TIS…faction,” he sang, “I can’t get any….satisfaction. ‘Because I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…,” he climbed onto the table as everyone stared, “I CAN’T GET NO!” He pointed to the football players at the end of the table, and they smiled, “I CAN’T GET NO!” they yelled in unison. The whole room clapped to the beat, then. Travis’ sang into his fist, “When I’m drivin’ in my car, and a man comes on the…radio…he’s tellin’ me more and more…about some useless information! Supposed to fire my imagination! I CAN’T GET NO!

— Jamie McGuire