“Hang on, did you just call me angel?” “if i did?”

I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.

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.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

I don’t think you should have to pay to look at graffiti. You should only pay if you want to get rid of it.

I think its the tension between what seems to be so rigid and cliched and the fact that art really cant be this way.

I don’t think there’s anything you can do this way or that way to change anything.

The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts.

I think, if you can prove the existence of God, it can only be proven through love.

I think I don’t regret a single “excess” of my responsive youth I only regret, in my chilled age, certain occasions and possibilities I didn’t embrace.

A good listener is usually thinking about something else.