Apparently the complete works of Shakespeare packed quite a wallop. To think, my mother said I'd never find use for an English degree. Ha! I'd like to see her knock someone silly with an apron and a cookie press.

He shrugged, looking right into my eyes. "Right now, this is all I feel." He held our intertwined hands up for me to see and I wanted to look away, but I couldn't break the hold his gaze had on me, like he could see more than anyone else saw. Things I couldn't see myself.

I wanted more firsts with Tod. But all I had left was a handful of lasts.

Now if you’ll excuse me, Death waits for no man. Except me.

She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

Was I wearing my 'I'm done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me' T-shirt?