I learned that I was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.' -Nora (PG 263)

If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.

Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.

It didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop.

Are we going to have to teach you to fight, Angel?

We need a ride. We're stranded." "We still have two legs, leftie and rightie. Mine are in the mood for exercise. They feel like a nice long walk--ARE YOU CRAZY?" she shrieked. I was standing with the tip of the beach umbrella aimed at the driver's-side window. "What?" I said. "We have to get in.