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I'd kiss you but I don't want our beards to tangle.

I couldn't help myself as the words tumbled out. It was a sickness.

He was hot like lava and sexy like cake. Wait, like lava cake. Yum.

I was asked if I'd had a chance to spend any time gambling since we'd arrived. I wanted to respond that life was a gamble, and we were all losers.

How does the ocean say hello to the shore ... it gives it a little wave.

Tonight the silence sounds like a scream. If you were here, we could chase it away with our whispers. -

I kept my attention fixed on Quinn, blinked twice so he would come into focus,

I exist as many things. All of them are in love with you.

My Jenn. Not Billy's Jenn. Mine.

My name is Alex, and I'll be serving you tonight.

Nancy Danvish is a farmer." "But she's still a lady.

You're callous because you have to be. Because otherwise you'd be bleeding all the time

No. I have plenty of reason. But without honor and goodness, reason isn't worth much.

When people are overwhelmed, they can't see past their own campfire.

I wasn't wondering whether you had a lip fungus, but thank you for getting that awkward conversation out of the way.

These stubborn people and their demands were like cracker crumbs in my beard: irritating and flaky.

The idea appealed to me. Living with Elizabeth would be excellent prophylaxis against my natural reclusive, agoraphobic tendencies.

It's ok to be gifted at using people if you're using them for good.

nerds rule the world.

Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands

Be beautiful for yourself, Janie. And only if you want to. If a man is worthy of you, he'll see more beauty in who you are than in what you look like.

I liked sleeping on the couch; it made every night seem like a sleepover. I liked the non-permanence of it.

Women were more than the status of their hymen or their dress size.

What was one more debit of mortification when my balance sheet was already in the red

The color of her eyes was mossy gold. It make me want to write crap poetry and hire a skywriter. Quinn Sullivan

You have your own room in my heart. It's yours. Stay as long as you want; it will always be there for you.

It's not spandex, it's a Kevlar blend." His voice lowered to a growly whisper. "I'm so turned on right now.

I'm sure you're used to the deafening sound of underwear hitting the floor every time you enter the room.

I was never one of those girls who could go comfortably braless; there was too much jiggle in my wiggle.

Why did it have to be Sir McHotpants? Why couldn't they have sent Colonel Mustard le Mustache or Lady Jelly O'Belly?

I will do anything to prove that to you. I will do anything to prove that what we have is worth a battle. What we have is worth a war.

To friendscorts. Like escorts, but without the cash.

He reminded me of the Viking god Thor, if Thor had been a reclusive federal game warden from Texas with excellent manners.

He's the man equivalent of a gun to the head, except without the fear for my life aspect.

I shook my head, feeling like a natural disaster on mute.

I decided, as I succumbed to sleep, that men should come with manuals, subtitles, and reset buttons.

I love the fire most because of what it leaves behind ...
Ash. It leaves behind ash.

You like me witless?"
"Let's just say it evens the playing field a little.

Only you get to decide how you stand, what you stand for, and when you do it.

He smirked, his lids lowering to half-mast. Twinkling, hot-lava, sexy cake, sex-on-a-stick, obscene levels of charisma.

I'm not letting you leave this car
until we make it to second base. At least."
"Jess, you know how good I am at baseball, right?

The rest of me was gorging itself on pity party pie.

So, as you can see and if you reflect on it, awkward headed-females mating with beautifully normal headed-males is a bad idea.

He half said, half mumbled, "I'm not that nice.

There, there." Fruit cake. "Calm down - " "Don't

Sorry I'm late. I got caught jaywalking and had to give the policeman a hand job or pay a seventy-five dollar fine.

Insincerity was taxing once you'd breathed the refreshing air of artless candor.

Who called it? I called it! That's right, uh huh!

I was always running after her, but this time I wasn't going to let her get away.

They've got to have backups on the cloud, or the mist, or whatever it's called.

If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane." - Robert Frost

I saw an opportunist in banana-cake clothing. Let the record show, I did not roll my eyes. Schooling

He wanted me. I wanted him. This was a frightening and thrilling prospect, because when I pushed him, he pushed back.

I didn't like how my body seemed to be intent on sabotaging my brain, especially since my brain was so good at sabotaging itself.

Settle your feathers, crusty britches. We

He was so handsome I felt like filing a civil lawsuit against his parents, claiming punitive damages, pain and suffering to my psyche.

A beautiful man is the devil's most potent weapon.

Don't give up on your alphabet.

Don't change a thing. God, Jess. Don't change a single thing. Be wild for me, be reckless. I love your kind of wild.

Holy hotness, Batman.

His eyes always seemed to be a shade of up-to-no-good blue.

And, when it was time for Meg to give her statement, I punched her in the face.

you couldn't find
your way out of a small shed with a map, lighted signs, and an
escort

I want to be your first everything.

I'm not scary, I'm ridiculous." I

For some strange reason which should have alarmed me, I found him completely enchanting.

I tried to shrug, but I'm sure
it looked like a minor seizure.

Stop it." Cletus snapped his fingers in front of our faces. "I hate it when you two mind-meld through your eyeballs.

If I were a function, you would be my asymptote. I always tend toward you.

She was a line usurper and a bully. I wasn't in the mood to be bullied or usurped.

You'll always have the advantage of me, Jenn. Because I'm lost without you.

No one makes all good choices, and everyone makes mistakes.

I swear whatever pheromones Quinn Sullivan secreted were the equivalent of Janie-cat-nip.

Italians who speak Italian should be illegal, or at least come with warning labels - may make your panties explode.

There are only 10 types of people in the world. Those who understand binary, and those who don't.

Duct tape is man's answer to electrons and protons. It's how we keep matter together.

His name wasn't Handsome McHotpants. I didn't know his name

Only if you stop using the F-word like you get paid royalties every time you say it.

My head said no and my vagina said yes and my heart said I DON'T KNOW!! I'M EMOTIONALLY INHIBTED! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

But love is the greatest adventure, where you risk the most for the greatest reward.

If I let another person's opinion matter then I was giving him control over me; I alone had complete control over my self-image.

Undies on, undies on, high ho the dairy-o, I'm going to keep my undies on!

Give a man a fish and you've fed him for a day, but - " "Give a woman a vibrator, and she'll orgasm for life. I get it.

You are so adorable. I just want to take you home and put you in my pocket."

I'd prefer her pants, but I guess I'd settle for her pocket

That was also weird. Everything was weird."
"Stop using the word weird. You do your vocabulary no justice.

you are the only boat in this regatta.

Just because you don't feel calm, doesn't mean you can't be calm.

I was starting to understand why the blood of a thousand virgins had been sacrificed at his altar of sexual prowess.

You underestimate how deeply you cut when your intentions carry no knives.

Absence makes the heart suicidal.

Little did he know, I possessed no feminine wiles. Only the willies and the hibby jibbies.

Rank, rump-fed harpy.

Allow me to take a moment to express my appreciation for Cletus Winston and his entrances.

I wasn't a hypocrite - well, everyone is a hypocrite, but I was trying hard to be less of one.

Just because I don't feel calm, doesn't mean I'm not calm.

She's my BFF, do you know what that means? It means: Boy I will fuck up your face if you mess with my girl.

God, Quinn, you have no idea how permanent I'd like this to be. I'd like us to be Twinkies and cockroaches, death and taxes.

What?" I whispered, suspicious, still fighting my flare of hormones. Or, more precisely, whoremones. That's

The best stories, I feel, are those that are self-deprecating and involve some thread of irony.

But that wasn't how I rolled. Prolonged irrationality wasn't in my wheelhouse. Recrimination was not my homeboy.