I look at him. "It's odious," he says. "Detention?" I ask, confused. "Huh?" We have no idea what the other is talking about. "What's odious?" I ask. "O.D.S," he says, pointing to his discman and obviously referring to some dropkick band. Like I really care.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

I've been passionate about two things in my life. One was Christina Alibrandi. The other is Josephine Alibrandi.

And then you came along and you spoke to me and nobody had looked me in the eye for years. (...) But I remember you that day and you looked at peace with yourself and it made me reconsider everything I had planned to do. Because I thought to myself, you can't do this to her, not after the Hermit thing." "Do what to me? I don't think leaving me on that platform would have changed my life, Griggs," I lie. "You being on that platform changed mine.

How unladylike of you to mention such a thing.

...the greatest weapon against big stupid men was a sharp mind.

You're judging her by her literacy," Tara says. "You're a literacist." "You've made that up.