How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe.

If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.

I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I just don’t see guys going for that.” “Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.

Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.

The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.

What is it with you and frozen desserts Why do you always want them?" "Because we live in a dessert.

"Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts."