Silence was never a wrong answer.

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

It seemed like the best weapons in my life had always been the most innocuous: empty plastic bins, a blank CD, an unmarked syringe, my smile in a dark room.

Misty of Chincoteague', 'The Black Stallion', the 'Saddle Club' books, I read 'em all. I was horse-crazy.

There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.

This is about as comforting as a cold brick when you're lonely.

He left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn't want her to learn any bad language.