“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.”

Love the hair. Love when its out of control. Its like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

…I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesnt hurt to smell good too.

You never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.

I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo

Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.

I can’t imagine why you’re so interested.” he shook his head. “interested? We’re talking about you. I’m fascinated.

Im going to grab a cheeseburger, i told patch. Want anything? Nothing on the menu. I smiled. Why, patch, are you flirting with me?

I know you followed me. Don’t look so surprised. It’s called a rearview mirror.

…”good, because i need your help.” “help is my middle name.” i was pretty sure she’d already told me bad was her middle name, but i kept my opinion to myself.

I was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.

Youre not going to drive me home? I asked. A waste of breath, since i knew her answer. Theres fog. Patchy fog. Vee grinned. Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that i blame you. Personally, im hoping i dream about him tonight.

Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me

Im not stealing it. Were stranded. This is called borrowing. This is called youre crazy.

My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It’s big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away… Literally.

You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?

I have written six symphonies, they are smaller-scale works. I seem to emit my themes, work them out, combine and intertwine them, and then come to a close. I usually feel that there are no superfluous extras, but probably most composers feel that way about their works.

I stayed for lunch for extra tutoring, gave kids my cell phone, and was available. In my first year of teaching,

Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you understand that, you understand all. This idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.

You can’t reason yourself back into cheerfulness any more than you can reason yourself into an extra six inches in height.

When I was on the Ryder Cup team and I surrounded myself with the other 11 guys and our captains, being in that locker room, it gave me an extra sense of confidence.

Having a family, taking care of your kids and people outside yourself, maybe it’s motivated me more to give that extra something.

It seems at times as if they possessed some extra sense – the home sense – which operates unerringly.

They used to call me ‘Touchdown T.’ I remember in high school, we had homecoming, and I got in front of the pep rally, and I told them, ‘I’m going to run for three touchdowns.’ I ran for three touchdowns, kicked the extra point, and took myself out the game.