I wondered why life had to suck so hard sometimes.

Does Patch have a restraining order against him?' he read. 'Is Patch a felon?' 'Give-me-that!' I hissed furiously. Patch gave a soft laugh, and I knew he'd seen the next question. 'Does Patch have a girlfriend?

The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot.

You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.

You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

There´s my date, I said. "Fashionably late." Nora (p. 232)