I thought you were just mean," Reagan said. "I liked that about you.
Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.
Eggnog reminds me of mucus." "Me, too. But in a good way.
You give away nice like it doesn't cost you anything.
Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.
Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.