I don't need designer things. And YOU are designer, Rush.

In my search to find myself, I’d found so much more. I knew now why I wanted to live. I understood love. I had found it.

Luckily, I's learned at an early age that self-preservation was the only way to survive with your soul intact.

You are mine. Do you hear me? You are mine, Della Sloane. I will take care of you. Nothing is taking you away from me. Nothing.

I don’t want you to just be my tutor. I want you to be the girl I look for in the halls every morning and save a seat for in the cafeteria. I want you to be the one waiting for me when I walk off the field at my games. I want you to be the one I pick up the phone to call just to make me smile.

I heard my name." Ash's voice startles me. "You tow better not be making fun of me about this stupid bra Mama's making me wear. I've had it with the jokes. I'll break both your noses if it doesn't stop.

Be glad I don't have my gun because right now I'm considering the different ways I can get you to shut up. Let me scream and back off.