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

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

Are you defending marcie? He shook his head. I dont need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand i pointed at the door. Out.

Did i really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.

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.

[Grew up in Hawaii] that gave [Barack Obama] a kind of optimism, an ability to see things, you know, and frankly, an ability to trust, you know, in his fellow, you know, white countrymen in a way that I, for instance, you know, and the vast majority of black people I know never really could.

Tracing an imaginary line between a cluster of stars gave them an image and an identity.

I respect order and it really gave me the discipline to be a leader and not a follower. It also helped me stay out of trouble.

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

Before even Court Grip, I just wanted to be a part of a brand that I felt that listened to the athlete and really catered to the athlete, and gave us what we were looking for.

The game (baseball)was a custom of his clan, and it gave outlet for the homicidal and sides-taking instincts which Babbitt called “patriotism” and “love of sport.”

Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.

Looking back, I now see so many similarities between my own childhood and that of my sons. My father stepped in when I needed him, and that gave me the chance for a better life. That’s what I’m doing for my boys now.