Becca Fitzpatrick Needs Quotations

I held out my hot dog, which had grown cold. “Do you want this?” “No way. You’re going to need it. If anything bad happens, just take a bite. Ten seconds later, you’ll feel all warm and happy inside.

If I need romance, that's what Netflix is for.

And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down." "Jump." "What?" "I'll catch you." "Are you crazy? Go inside and open the window. Or get a ladder." "I don't need a ladder. Jump. I'm not going to drop you.

..."Good, because I need your help." "Help is my middle name." I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.

I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.

If you need one more reason, I love you.

I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.

I already know my size. I don't need reminding.

Are you defending Marcie?” He shook his head. “I don’t need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…” I pointed at the door. “Out.

...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.

You’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.

Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.