As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you something.” “What did you have in mind?” "A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, an….

I’m saying that I can wait. For now. But when things get back to normal—assuming that ever happens—I want my shot. We can make each other happy, Fayt….

I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats..

Near-death experiences release a lot of endorphins, resulting in a natural high," Tod whispered. "And it's totally true that one passion feeds anothe….

Nice is good, but it's not enough. I want you back for real. I want to talk to you at lunch, instead of staring at you while you eat. I want to see t….

I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option..

Unfortunately, unless the job description included a translation of the prologue of The Canterbury Tales, I was dreadfully under-qualified..

A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway..

You think I need to be rescued?" "I think it doesn't hurt to let someone else do the rescuing every now and then, when your own armor starts to get b….

The other three incoming calls were from his building superintendent, his pharmacy and a telephone survey company." "Bastards. They always call durin….

Was I wearing my 'I'm done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me' T-shirt?.

Meow, Meow, Motherfucker..

There’s a good kind of crazy, Kaylee,” he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. “It’s the kind that makes you think about ….

He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my ….

Did you think you could dump me, and I'd bounce back to her and miraculously be happy? I'm not a Ping-Pong ball. You can't just swat me back and fort….

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?.

I can't believe they even bothered filling that faculty position again. They might as well rename the class Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, se….

His gaze burned into mine, like he could see past my eyes into parts of me no one had ever seen, and I knew I was seeing the same in him. No one else….

His name's Nash." Aunt Val took a butter knife from the silverware drawer. "What year is he?" I groaned inwardly. "Senior." ...here we go ... Her smi….

Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people..

I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can’t-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit..