I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. 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.

At least no one's trying to kill anyone. Give them about fifteen minutes

Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.

I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all.

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