"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."
"Your level of neuroses will only find love in a made-for-TV movie."
"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."
"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."
"Noah shifted on the bed, and the oddest crunching sound came underneath him. I looked, really looked, at the bed for the first time."What,"I asked slowly, as I eyed the animal crackers strewn all over it, "the hell?""You were convinced they were your pets,"Noah said, not even trying to suppress his laughter. "You wouldn't let me touch them."