“One more thing. I sold the mustang. Too conspicuous. Don’t get too excited, but i bought you a little something with the extra cash. I heard you’ve had your eye on a volkswagen. The owner is dropping it by tomorrow. I paid for a full tank of gas, so make sure she delivers.”

Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, id say im ready for that.” nora :d (p.375)

If i’d wanted you dead five minutes ago, you’d have died five minutes ago.

All this time i’ve hated myself for it. I thought i’d given it up for nothing. But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.

If i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.

They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.

Listen, patch, i dont want to be rude, but sure you do. Well, you started it! Lovely. Very mature.

When i’m wasted, i can almost forget who i am,” he said, his smile fading slightly. “i know i’m still there, but only barely. It’s a good place to be.” he tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead

If you can’t feel, why did you kiss me?” patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. “because i feel it here, in my heart,” he said quietly.

Your past wouldnt frighten me, i said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. Im guessing id be more appalled than anything.

You should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.

There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.

Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. Chase him down? How? The neon has a flat. With your own two feet! You mean exercise?

Call me patch. I mean it. Call me.

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

I couldn’t stand here, hanging on, when the very thing i held disappeared more with each passing day.

The higher up, the harder the fall.

I have a final word of advice to our students. If you work very, very hard, this is the kind of actor, writer and director you may turn out to be, and if you work extra hard, this is the kind of person you may turn out to be.

Poetry is an extra hand. It can caress or tickle. It can clench and fight.

It’s just a huge boost for us to have one extra playmaker on our defense.

Doug stiffened. Jay sounded crazy. Doug tried looking extra sane to even things out.

What counts more than style is whether architecture improves our experience of the built world; whether it makes us wonder why we never noticed places in quite this way before.

It is more important than ever that we receive that extra dimension of dignity or delight and the elevated sense of self that the art of building can provide through the nature of the places where we live and work.

I’m not extra’d out. I got a cool little vinyl collection.

The extras are a nice bonus feature, but the main incentive is the musical experience.