Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.

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

Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?” I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. “You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?” Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned.

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.

Patch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.

I'm yours, if you'll have me.