"I don't know," I said. "What else did you do for your first eighteen years?" "Like I said," he said as I unlocked the car, "I'm not so sure that you should go by my example." "Why not?" "Because I have my regrets," he said. "Also, I'm a guy. And guys do different stuff." "Like ride bikes?" I said. "No," he replied. "Like have food fights. And break stuff. And set off firecrackers on people's front porches. And..." "Girls can't set off firecrackers on people's front porches?" "They can," he said... "But they're smart enough not to. That's the difference."

You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

During this time we've been apart, it's you I've thought of when I'm at my weakest, and you who have pulled me through.

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.

You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.