If he were to look up at her now, he’d know exactly how stupid she was. She couldfeel her face go soft and gummy. If Park were to look up at her now, he’d know everything.

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

Don't bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It's disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?''None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet.If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving?

There's no reason to think we're going to stop loving each other, ' he said. 'And there's every reason to think that we won't.

Those who don't jump will never fly.

What we have now, shall never be again. The poets of the past sit in amazement of the wanna-be's of an era long gone.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

I love to live and I live to love.

You'll be my glass of wine I'll be your shot of whiskey

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

After a moment the king said, "So be it." Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.

Even the small amount of infamy I have makes me uncomfortable - on a personal level and on a professional level.

In the history of extra-biblical study and research tools there has never before been a resource as useful as the Puritan Hard Drive.

I went into a shop and I said, "Can someone sell me a kettle." The bloke said "Kenwood" I said, "Where is he?"