Cecily Brooke von Ziegesar (born June 27, 1970)[citation needed] is an American author best known for the young adult Gossip Girl series of novels.
My high school wasn't a big public school; it was tiny. There were 36 girls in my graduating class. We were a big group of girls that by the time senior year came along couldn't wait to get away from school fast enough but we loved each other. It's really fun to see the girls at reunions now.
You said she's a senior? Babe we're ALL crazy.
Most people were raised to believe they are just as good as the next person. I was always told I was better.
Oh, don't be a spoilsport. Gossip is sexy. Gossip is good. Not everybody does it, but everybody should!
I usually wouldn't be this close to you without a tetnus shot.
Destiny is for losers. It's just a lame excuse for letting things happen to you instead of making them happen.
. . . forgiving is not the same as forgetting.
And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell. . . You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl
You Know You Love Me! XOXO Gossip Girl
I feel something vibrating and I really hope it's your phone. " Serana told Dan, who blushed.
But she'd wanted him there and there he was. A lamb ready for slaughter.
oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.
Just because we can't be together doesn't mean I don't love you
She was doing that thing some people do when they act nice and chipper and interested, while just below the surface they’re thinking really mean thoughts, and you can never call them on it because they’d just accuse you of being paranoid.
Blair liked to think of herself as a hopeless romantic in the style of old movie actresses like Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. She was always coming up with plot devices for the movie she was starring in at the moment, the movie that was her life.
No matter the truth, people see what they want to see.
Face it, you have to be sort of an egomaniac to write something down and think that anyone is going to want to read it.
the only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk-very drunk.
It's physics. Pure physics, I'm falling fast and faster still. So fall with me. Fall down with me. And stay.
I'm just a crazy person. I mean, I really didn't have any trouble coming up with weird ways for people to die. I think I'm just very twisted!