Sloane Quotes

“Sloane slipped an arm around my waist." There are fourteen varieties of hugs, "she said." This is one of them.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Naturals

“I want to be me, and yet I'm not sure who I am.”
― Suzanne Young, The Program

“Pretending something doesn't matter doesn't make it matter less.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, All In

“Your statistical track record for decision-making is somewhat concerning.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, All In

“I’m sorry,” he tells me.

I sit down on the bed. He returns to the view of the street below. I follow his gaze and I see the infected walking slowly back and forth.

“It’s okay,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. He nods. “Good.”
He puts the gun under his chin and pulls the trigger.”
― Courtney Summers, This is Not a Test

“You know that just because you ignore something, that doesn't make it go away.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, All In

“Did you know that New Hampshire has more hamsters per capita than any other state?”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, All In

“Fuck off, Daley. You’re not my nursemaid." 
 “No, he’s my nursemaid,” Sloane grumbled, giving Ash a weak push before taking hold of Dex’s wrist and pulling him over to stand in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Dex’s waist and held him close. “Get your own.” 
Ash shook his head in shame. “You’re so whipped, man.”
― Charlie Cochet, Rise & Fall

“~~~

Wherever his team went, Dex seemed to pick up a fan following. Something about the guy fascinated Humans and Therians alike. Sloane was still trying to work out what it was. Especially since the guy was...well, kinda weird. Then again, crazy had a way of attracting crazy.”
― Charlie Cochet, Blood & Thunder

“Sloane?” Lia turned to her next. Sloane stared at Lia, a blush spreading over her cheeks.

“I’m not undressing until we establish a conversion rate,” she informed us tartly, gesturing toward her mountain of chips.

“Sloane,” Michael said.

“Yes?”

“How would you feel about a second cup of coffee?”

Forty-five seconds later, Sloane was in the kitchen, and neither of the boys was wearing a shirt.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Instinct

“Rat-a-tat-tat."
"Quack."”
― Kate Angell

“I know I lose my way sometimes, but if you're here, I'll always find my way back.”
― Charlie Cochet, Smoke & Mirrors

“What is that like? Sloane asked,her voice quiet, genuinely curious.
I knew the answer to that immediately. It was like swimming under the stars, like sleeping outside, like climbing a tree in the dark and seeing the view. It was scary and safe and peaceful and exciting, all at the same time. It was the way I felt when I was with him.
Like a well-ordered universe.”
― Morgan Matson, Since You've Been Gone

“I'll always be here, because with everyday that passes, I find new ways to love you.”
― Charlie Cochet, Smoke & Mirrors

“Sloane looked on from behind a veritable mountain of Oreos. “I’ll sit this one out,” she said. “Also, I’m entertaining the idea of eating some of my poker chips. Can we agree that an Oreo missing its frosting is worth two-thirds of its normal amount?”

“Just eat the cookies,” I told her, eyeing her pile mournfully—and only partially joking. “You have plenty to spare.”

Before joining the Naturals program, Sloane had been Las Vegas born and raised. She’d been counting cards since she’d learned to count. She sat out about a third of the hands, but won every single hand she played.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Instinct

“Did you know that the average life span of the hairy-nosed wombat is ten to twelve years?” Apparently, Sloane had decided that when I said I was fine, I was lying. The more coffee my roommate ingested, the lower her threshold for keeping random statistics to herself—especially if she thought someone needed a distraction.

“The longest-living wombat in captivity lived thirty-four years,” Sloane continued, propping herself up on her elbows to look at me. Given that we shared a bedroom, I probably should have objected more strenuously to cup of coffee number two. Tonight, though, I found Sloane’s high-speed statistical babbling to be strangely soothing. Profiling Sterling hadn’t kept me from thinking about Locke.

Maybe this would.

“Tell me more about wombats,” I said.

With the look of a small child awaking to a miracle on Christmas morning, Sloane beamed at me and complied.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Instinct

“This encryption is pathetic,” Sloane said. “It’s like they want me to hack their files.”

She was sitting cross-legged on the end of her bed, her laptop balanced on her knees. Her fingers flew across the keys as she worked on breaking through the protection on the pilfered USB drive. A stray piece of blond hair drifted into her face, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Done!”

Sloane turned the laptop around so the two of us could see it. “Seven files,” she said.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Naturals

“Cassie. A word.”

I glanced at Michael, wondering what—if anything—Briggs knew about what Michael, Sloane, and I had been up to.

“Ambidextrous,” Sloane said suddenly.

“This should be good,” Lia murmured.

Sloane cleared her throat. “Agent Briggs asked for a word. Ambidextrous is a good one. Less than point-five percent of the words in the English language contain all five vowels.”

I was grateful for the distraction, but unfortunately, Briggs didn’t bite. “Cassie?”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Naturals

“To my surprise, Sloane pushed past Michael, wrapped dainty little hands around the barbell, and rocked back on her heels, angling it into place.

Dean wiped his hands on his jeans, grabbed a nearby towel, and sat up. “Thanks,” he told Sloane.

“Torque,” she said, instead of you’re welcome. “The role of the lever was played by my arms.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Naturals

“The adult world that runs our school considers this a teachable moment (a new phrase for our era) where children will learn to process loss and grief and loneliness by sitting in the football bleachers and being presented with the truth of mortality. There's nothing to be taught. Only something to be felt.”
― Adrienne Stoltz

“I found Bill in the sky. In the stars. Like on your ceiling.”
― Adrienne Stoltz