Rachel Cohn Quotes

Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?

I once was interviewed and got so exasperated that I said, 'What do you want, a shopping list?' They kept asking, 'What's in this picture?'

When I am right, I get angry. Churchill gets angry when he is wrong. We are angry at each other much of the time.

I think I got off on the wrong planet. Beam me up Scotty, there's no rational life here.

What planet are you on?

Nuts!

I find myself sick to death, tired of arguing about details with people who don't know basic facts.

What the hell is wrong with him now?

I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.

There’s no use saying anything in the schoolyard because there’s always someone with an answer and there’s nothing you can do but punch them in the nose and if you were to punch everyone who has an answer you’d be punching morning noon and night.

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer

Does nobody understand?

Just throw me in my coffin now with these earrings on.

God, Bones, you must have argued yourself blue in the face.

I’m going to go out there and wait until you two are dressed. (Tiernan) Why don’t you keep walking until you get to the other side of the front door? (Adron)

Arguing with people is like reading your e-mail at 4 in the morning. There is absolutely no good that can come of it. It's just scratching an itch.

You don't have to yell at me Schiavone. I'm not blind!

Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: I don't have a sour face. Vee: Yes, you do. And you're wearing it right now. Nora: This is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!

Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!

You're splitting?" "No sh*it, Sherlock.

Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?

Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!

Okay," Annabeth said. "What exactly do you smell?" "Something bad," Tyson answered. "Great," Annabeth grumbled. "That clears it up.

You are the devil to talk to, Rachel," he said curtly. "Will you shut up and listen?

It’s just a mild disagreement, Papa. Remi has this whole need to breathe in and out, which annoys me. If he would just stop breathing, I’d be fine. (Aimee)