If you need one more reason, I love you.

My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in Nebraska.

I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don't look so suprised. It's called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?

You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.

If you can't feel then why did you kiss me? Because I can feel it here, in my heart.

Before I forget, here's your homework. Where do you want me to put it?" She pointed at the trash can. "Right there would be fine.

Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.