Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

That moment," she told Cath, "when you realize that a guy's looking at you differently - that you're taking up more space in his field of vision. That moment when you know he can't see past you anymore.

(Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.)

I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.

You look so blindingly cute right now, I feel like I need to make a pinhole in a piece of paper just to look at you.