"Have you made any other friends since we've been here?"I gave him the death stare. "Yes, actually.""Who? I want a name.""Jamie Roth.""The Ebola kid? I heard he's a little unstable.""That was one incident."
"You smell good,"he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. "Really?""Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon."
"Your level of neuroses will only find love in a made-for-TV movie."
"He didn't look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real."
"My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel."
"Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real."