“Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time i didn’t either.”

Nope. Thats my line. This is my boyfriends house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?” nora (p. 287)

Nora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.

Are you crazy?” i said. “crazy about you.” “patch!” “don’t worry, we’ve got time.” “how do you know?” he staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. “your lack of faith hurts.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

Have you finished your column for tomorrow’s headline?” it was vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. “i’m thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.

Sure thing, gumdrop. -scott

A girl could lather up in soap like that.

Nora: i have questions. Patch: i should have known you’ve only been keeping me around for answers. Nora: well, that and your kisses. Anyone ever tell you you’re an incredible kisser?

I don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.

..But maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things i refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.

Tacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!

Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked. “if i did?” “i don’t like it.” he grinned. “it stays, angel.

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.

Being nice? Hes being horny.

He nuzzles my neck affectionately. “i love you. I’m happier right now than i ever remember being.

I need to get back to work, patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. Killer skirt. Deadly legs.

It’s funny, but when there are dominant teams, there are a number of people who rail about the fact that they’re always seeing the Dallas Cowboys or the San Francisco 49ers or the Green Bay either in the playoffs or in the Super Bowl.

I’ve been saying for almost 20 years that I need to do a jazz project and it ought to be either big band or I should do some jazz songs with a trio or quartet.

In the world of comedy, there’s this: “If it’s going badly, get off. If it’s going well, get off”. You can’t argue with that either.

Everyone reaches their point in time where either they die or they get sick of doing drugs.

There’s an element of that that’s either God-given, a talent that you’re not necessarily responsible for.

When you live in New York, one of two things happen – you either become a New Yorker, or you feel more like the place you came from.

In life you are either growing or rotting. You’re moving forward or backwards; there is no standing still.

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either. Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.