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

"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."

"You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'""Sorry,"Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person."

"Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real."

"Why?' He asked.'Why what?' What could I say? Noah, despite you being an asshole, or maybe because of it, I'd like to rip off your clothes and have your babies. Don't tell."

"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."