The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.

Who wants to kill you?” the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. “There’s nobody there,” the girlfriend told me. “You’re making them think they can’t see you, aren’t you?” I said to Patch, awed by his power even as I despised his use of it.

Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.

Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.

You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.

I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night.

A girl could lather up in soap like that.