Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.

Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.

My life had taken a stranger turn than I could've ever imagined. What was I doing on this path? Where was I headed really? Who was I to take on a battle between powers I didn't understand— armed with a runaway cat, a uniquely bad drummer, a pair of garden shears, and an Ovaltine-drinking teen Galileo? To save a girl who didn't want to be saved?

We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.

No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough.

It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.