The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

The reward is in the risk.

Who else would find me at just this moment? First he found me drunk, now he found me cleaning up poo from a barking pony who was about to go into attack mode.

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between "love" and "in love

The reward is in the risk. You can’t stay hidden inside Grandpa’s overprotective cloak forever. You’ve seemed like you needed to grow out of that for a while. Mom and Dad going away, and the red notebook, these things just helped. Now it’s up to you to

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

I am a classic 'Star Trek' fanatic.