It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

He didn't take her breath away. Maybe the opposite. But that was okay-that was really good, actually, to be near someone who filled your lungs with air.

Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.

I don’t think there’s enough of her left.

I couldn't love anyone more than I do you, it would kill me. And I couldn't love anyone less because it would always feel like less. Even if I loved some other girl, that's all I would ever think about, the difference between loving her and loving you.

You shouldn't reward me for endangering your life, you know. Think of the precedent you're setting.

In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)