
...and no one will invite me to watch the mimes escape from their invisible boxes, or whatever it is people do here in their spare time. pg 9 (on Kindle)
Boys turn girls into such idiots. pg 35 TRUTH!!
"Fo' shiz," he replies in his polite English accent. pg 57
It sucked balls. Dirty balls. Like I-ran-a-mile-in-July-wearing-leather-pants balls. pg 62
"That was pants."..."Pants?" "Rubbish. Crap. Shite." Pants. Oh heavens, that's cute. pg 81 I'm going to start saying "pants" instead of crap. :)
I wish for the thing that is best for me. pg 87 I like that. That is a good wish.
How can one person make me so confused all of the time? pg 180
Holy crap. I just slept with St. Clair. pg 181
Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? pg 250 My all-time favorite quote. Ugh, it kills me.

"Whyareyougivingawaythecookies?" pg 269 Seriously, never give away Girl Scout cookies.
I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it. pg 310 My second favorite quote. :)
I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. pg 311
"You said on my birthday that you were afraid of being alone, but I've been here this whole time. This whole time." pg 337
"You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world." pg 343
"But you once told me no one chooses their family." pg 350
But he bought me love poetry. pg 355 I love Pablo Neruda. I need to read him soon I think.
"I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!" pg 363 Le sigh.
"I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul." pg 363 Stephanie Perkins, you are magical.
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