This ring belongs to the black hand. He killed your dad.

What is it with you and girls’ bathrooms?

I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, I have you to come home to.

I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.

Try it on." "It's probably a little snug," I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous. "Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It has a slit up the thigh." His smile deepened.

reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.

Patch: “Let’s get out of here.” – Nora: “Where are we going?” – Patch: “You’ll see.