“Great.Now I looked like a sparkly ghost.”

“Ok, look. Whenever I hear people say that they felt ‘sparks,’ I usually think it’s a load of poo. I mean, I have felt attraction to people, sure, and I have even felt some instant lust. But sparks? Please... Then he touched my skin. Sparks. Sparks. Sparks. Hot sparks. Flashing sparks. Lightning bolt sparks. J esus, Mary, and Joseph sparks.”

“...I could now look down at ghostly fingers, wraith-like toes, and a phantom wang.”

“It looked like a ghost had dressed up the forest in tulle.”

“Ghost implies a whole lot of things that I am NOT. Do I look like Casper to you?""Fine," said Nick. "We're not ghosts, we're Undefined Spectral Doohickies. USDs. Are you happy now?”

“That’s the spark I’ve been looking for. The spark is the feeling that you were born to be this happy. And that’s how I feel right now.”