“Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.”

Love the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

…I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnt hurt to smell good too.

You never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.

I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo

Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.

I can’t imagine why you’re so interested.” he shook his head. “interested? We’re talking about you. I’m fascinated.

Im going to grab a cheeseburger, i told patch. Want anything? Nothing on the menu. I smiled. Why, patch, are you flirting with me?

I know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.

…”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 was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

Youre not going to drive me home? I asked. A waste of breath, since i knew her answer. Theres fog. Patchy fog. Vee grinned. Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that i blame you. Personally, im hoping i dream about him tonight.

Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me

Im not stealing it. Were stranded. This is called borrowing. This is called youre crazy.

My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It’s big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away… Literally.

You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?

I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky.

Why do we fall silent or get worried just as our story is about to spring out of our control and into its own life? Whose shadow falls across the page?

Across Europe, there are six times more cold-related deaths than heat-related deaths…by 2050…Warmer temperatures will save 1.4 million lives each year.

You are going to have a day without even the tiniest of pleasures; you are going to drive across Ohio.

Or we can keep moving forward with President Obama’s vision for a growing economy that works for middle-class families in North Carolina and all across the country. For me, for North Carolina and for America, it’s an easy choice.

It is just one of those preposterous things that men do like putting a dam across a great river, one tenth of whose volume could engulf the whole of mankind without disturbing the domestic life of a single catfish.

If I threw across my body, I would step on the chair. Marv was trying to hurt me. I fooled him. I started stepping the right way.

No use fanning up hot coals when you have to walk across them.