“Let me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hipsits all in the hips.”

Vee: and i’m not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: i don’t have a sour face. Vee: yes, you do. And you’re wearing it right now. Nora: this is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.

My legs are falling asleep, i blurted. It wasnt a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. I could solve that. Patchs hands closed on my hips.

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.

That’s really eco-friendly of you,” vee told marcie. “recycling nora’s old trash.

I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying

I wasnt expecting to come home to you, but now that youre here, i have no intention of letting you leave.” patch :d (p. 295)

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

Cheshvan starts tonight,” rixon said, “what are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?” “thinking.” “thinking?” “a process by which i use my brain to make a rational decision.

Girl, i’m going to show you the bear in hug.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

Wouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer,” he spoke to my mind “funny, i would have pegged you for a stalker,” i shot back.

What do i have to do to convince you that i’m only using dabria for one reason, one only reason: destroy hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things he has done to harm the girl i love?

I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing i said or did could realign the stars.

Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing i did right. You’re the one thing i did right.

Some people are afraid of generosity. They feel they will be taken advantage of or oppressed.

That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.

When I’m curious about something, I do it full on and take it as far as I go, but when I feel like I’ve really explored it, I’m OK with putting it aside and going on to something else.

And when someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive.

I think that everyone has something about themselves that they feel is their weakness… their ‘disability.’

When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.

Telling what you feel, trying to talk about what’s important to you, does not make you weaker.

I do feel that there are tremendous amount of talent in Egypt, human resources.