I don't really want to be the costar of anyone's life.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

"Nothing," I said. "I’m just…" I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. "I’m just very, very fond of you."

The Colonel's hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. 'I memorized the populations,' he said.

Boys do not have the monopoly in Staring Business, after all.