Boy trouble, huh?" "Boy catastrophe is more like it. I'm not sure I can do this." "Do what?" Concern sounded in Holiday's voice. "Do Lucas," Kylie said. Holiday made a funny face and raised one eyebrow.

I mean . . . who was it that said if the door is locked, find a window. If the windows locked, well . . . break it. If it won't break then find a freaking sledgehammer and make a new one.

Be patient? That's all you've got for me?" Steve complained ten minutes later. Kylie glanced up at Perry, circling them as they sat behind the office, and then frowned at Steve. "I don't know why everyone thinks I'm the love guru.

You couldn't always control life, just your response to it.

Nana used to say whenever you start feeling like the world is taking a bite out of you, bite back by counting your blessings.

She's a serial kisser. I think her parents are French.

Kylie looked up towards the sky. "Sometimes I just wish Heaven wasn't so far away.