But once I'd come up with it, I realized it really was the perfect plan. Instead of waiting for Maria to come to me, I was simply going to go to her and, well... Send her back to where she came. Or reduce her to a mound of quivering gelatinous goo. Whichever came first.

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

The fact that he was willing to sacrifice his own face in order to keep mine from getting bashed in

You can't turn love on and off like a faucet.

great. now i was starting to get jealous of myself.

Being brave is when you have to do something because you know it is right, but at the same time, you are afraid to do it, because it might hurt or whatever. But you do it anyway.

Why had I taken all those useless classes like bio and German when I should have been taking lipreading?