“All i can think about is bed. Were sharing the same thought. Youre thinking about bed too? Im thinking about you in my bed.”

Right now, vee was the only person i could count on. She could be obnoxious,annoying, and lazy, but she never lied to me.

Nora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.

I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?

Vee said,” i’m trying to read the title he’s holdinghang onhow to be a stalker.” “he is not checking out a book with that title.” but i wasn’t so sure. “it’s either that of how to radiate sexy without trying.

Youre crowding me. I need room…. What i needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again i was proving i couldnt be trusted in patchs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet i wasnt.

Nice costume,” he said. “ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours.” amusement curled his mouth. “if you don’t like it, i can take it off.

Your enemy’s enemy is your friend

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.

For nothing is in fact diminished in its substance, but all things, wandering through infinite space, undergo change of aspect.

They who do not understand that a man may be brought to hope that which of all things is the most grievous to him, have not observed with sufficient closeness the perversity of the human mind.

Why, I say, do so few understand and apprehend the internal power?… He who in himself sees all things, is all things.

All through my twenties, I spent more time worrying what I didn’t have than thinking about what I did have. I wished that I was taller, had longer legs, slimmer hips, a smaller bottom, even straighter hair.

The United States’ credibility is at an all-time low. So, this war is against the interest of the Untied States.

I’m Mr Boring, not a party-goer at all.

If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

Post-modernism has cut off the present from all futures. The daily media add to this by cutting off the past. Which means that critical opinion is often orphaned in the present.