Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.

They bit you. You should've changed, too, you know." "Sometimes I wish I had," I told him. He closed his eyes, miles away on the other side of the bed. "Sometimes I do, too.

Sam?" Rachel asked. "Do you know you have the saddest sad face ever?

Sharing revelations is easier when it doesn't matter.

I don't know if I'd want to be comforted, if I'm being honest. If I'm being forced to eat soot, I want to know that somewhere else in the world, someone else has to eat soot as well. I want to know that soot tastes terrible. I don't want to be told that soot's good for the digestion. And of course, by soot, I mean beans.

you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.

You missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch.