“How warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.”

Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.

I don’t go out with strangers,” i said. “good thing i do. I’ll pick you up at five.

I had to lull mom and hank into believing i was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If i exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black love sucks tee, my plan would never get off the ground.

And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what i want it to do.

My arms hurt from how tightly patch held me. Now thats what i call a scream, he said, grinning at me.

I’m not the distraction in the room.’ ‘oh? And what might be?’ -nora & patch (pg 242)

Nice costume,” he said. “ditto. I can tell you put alot of though into yours.” amusement curled his mouth. “if you don’t like it, i can take it off.” i tapped my chin thoughtfully. “that just might be the best proposal i’ve had all night.” “my offers are always the best, angel.

Vee lowered her lashes and smiled wickedly. “this class isn’t going to teach me anything i don’t already know.” “vee? As in virgin?” “not so loud.” she winked just as the bell rang, sending us both to our seats, which were side by side at our shared table.

Why did everyone think i needed a new boyfriend? I didn’t need a new boyfriend. I’d had enough of boyfriends to last a lifetime. The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

How did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.

I’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.

You’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.

When it comes to reflexes, i’m like a cat. I’m catwoman. I’m invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don’t like water. It impairs us. It’s our kryptonite.

Boys everywhere take note: that was a kiss.

You can call me patch. No really. Call me.

Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?

It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.

Necessity is the last and strongest weapon.

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.

I spent many, many hours in libraries. Libraries became courts of last resort, as it were.

I spent many, many hours in libraries. Libraries became courts of last resort, as it were.

You are the music while the music lasts.

If a story is not about the hearer, he will not listen. And here I make a rule—a great and interesting story is about everyone or it will not last.

music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.