We do an epically bad job of acknowledging one another's work and checking our sources.

I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.

The punch connected, but (1) Colin forgot to close his fist, so he was slapping not hitting, and (2) instead of slapping TOC, he ended up slapping Hassan flush across the cheek, whereupon Hassan finally succeeded in falling down.

Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce.

And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?