Nope. That´s my line. This is my boyfriend´s house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?" Nora (p. 287)
I wasn´t expecting to come home to you, but now that you´re here, I have no intention of letting you leave." Patch :D (p. 295)
Hello,Pepper. It´s been a while," I said. "The last time we met up, you tried to kidnap me, isn´t that right?" Nora (p.303)
There´s my date, I said. "Fashionably late." Nora (p. 232)
Normal and I parted ways when Pateir1ch strolled into my life. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic, moves like smoke, and lives alone in a supersecret, superswanky studio beneath Delphic Amusement Park. The sound of his voice, low and sexy, can melt my heart in three seconds flat. He’s also a fallen angel, kicked out of heaven for his flexibility when it comes to following rules. I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.
I need an endorphin boost.” “And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one?” “No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and I’m more than happy to test the theory.
Do you ever think of moving back?" "To Coldwater? Heck, no. England suits me fine. These Brits love my accent. The first time Gavin asked me out it was just to hear me talk. Lucky for him, it's one of the things I do best." All teasing left her eyes. "Too many memories back home. Can't drive down the street without thinking I see Scott in the crowd.
Your mom isn’t going to let me step foot inside this place. I’ve seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
Hank had left me his doomed army, and he’d left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn’t begin to cover it.
But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch
Violence doesn't equal strength.
Deep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When it did, my skin shivered pleasantly, and it was as if I could feel the color tracing a finger tenderly along my jaw, tipping my chin up to face it directly. I knew it was absurd to think a color would come to life, but once or twice, I was sure I'd caught a flash of something more substantial behind the color. A pair of eyes. The way they studied me cut to the heart.
My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in Nebraska.
Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.
You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared.
I already know my size. I don't need reminding.
It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
I wondered why life had to suck so hard sometimes.
She already has a car.” “A Ford. That’s like Toyota’s worst enemy.
You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.
And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.” “There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.” ... “Definitely right. Usually right,” Patch continued. “Mostly right. Maybe right.
His black eyes sliced into me, and the corners of his mouth tilted up. My heart fumbled a bit and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant but I was still staring at him. His smile wasn't friendly. It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
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