I hate you,"I muttered.Noah smiled wider. "I know. - Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

"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."

"I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it's one of those classics you can come back to again... and again."

"My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel."

"In my rush, I hadn’t tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me. He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn’t care. “There,” he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. “Now you won’t fall.”Too late."

"You could start a fire with the heat between you two.""You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection."