Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.

You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.

..."Good, because I need your help." "Help is my middle name." I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.

Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.

I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.

When I'm wasted, I can almost forget who I am," he said, his smile fading slightly. "I know I'm still there, but only barely. It's a good place to be." He tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead