“If you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.”

It will cost me a lot to send you with scott wearing that dress but, just so you know: if you come with that dress slightly wrinkled,i will trace scott, and when i find him, it’s not gonna be pretty

I swear to you, patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my hearteverything i possess, i give to you. I am yours. Wholly and completely. Love me. Protect me. Fulfill me. And i promise to do the same. ~ nora + patch

I want scott to look at me the way patch looks at you.

You smell good.” “it’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-” “naked. I know the drill.

I dont like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, i love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, i have you to come home to.

Well, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?

And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.

We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.

Don’t make me regret this”, i said breathless. “you haven’t regretted me once.

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.

She already has a car. A ford. Thats like toyotas worst enemy.

I shook my head. I dont think so. This isnt a good idea. This isnt right. Theres all kinds of right, he murmured. On the spectrum, were still in the safe zone. … Definitely right. Usually right, patch continued. Mostly right. Maybe right.

Youve never been to school, ever? If thats trueand youre right, i dont think it iswhat made you decide to come this year? You.

He gave marcie a spare to the jeepi should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.

Mr. Green sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy, said vee. Emits a certain dont-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesnt look like draculas spawn. Tell me im imagining things.

Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.

It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.

Seriously, I’ve just realized that almost everyone is a fraud, so I try not to feel too bad about it.

It will make you feel as if you had not eaten, and you can drink as much as you like.

People talk of beauty lightly, and having no feeling for words, they use that one carelessly, so that it loses its force; and the thing it stands for, sharing its name with a hundred trivial objects, is deprived of dignity.

Personally, I feel that in my own work I wanted to look programmed or impersonal but I don’t really believe I am being impersonal when I do it. And I don’t think you could do this.

Prayer should be done regularly, persistently, resolutely, and tenaciously at least daily, whether we feel like it or not.

But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was beyond my reach, that more than anything else hurt, wounded me. I had a new hunger.

The mind is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the mind.