I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

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

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.

Are you defending Marcie?” He shook his head. “I don’t need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…” I pointed at the door. “Out.

Based on past experience, I hope not.

The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.