Oh, my God. It hit me like a tsunami then: how perfect he was for me, how he was everything I could possibly hope for, as a friend, boyfriend - maybe even more. He was it for me. There would be no more looking. I really, really loved him, with a whole new kind of love I'd never felt before, something that made every other kind of love I'd ever felt just seem washed out and wimpy in comparison. I loved him with every cell in my body, every thought in my head, every feather in my wings, every breath in my lungs. And air sacs.

Holy [Insert your choice of a swear word here]," said Fang stunned.

What kind of thoughtless creep would burn a book?

There's nothing more annoying than cold logic and reason when you've got a good fit going.

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is tha life actually goes on.

What are you doing here?” [ndr prison] Selling Girl Scout cookies,” I said. “Want some? The Samoas are terrific.” (Max II to Max)