“Any plan that takes us to Gucci is a good plan to me.”

“Eve returned to her lip-gloss application. "Biology. Ms Whittier," she said, not bothering to look at Luke."Cool. Me too. Can I borrow that?" He reached around her and plucked her lip glaze out of her fingers. She still held the wand.He held out his hand for it."What? No," Eve said."Come on, it's my first day. I want to make a good impression. And clearly biology can't be understood without lipstick," Luke joked."Funny." Eve grabbed the lip glaze back. "This stuff is really good for you."Luke raised his eyebrows. They disappeared into his floppy blond hair. He didn't have expressive dark brows like Mal."It has green tea antioxidants," Eve continued. "And macadamia extract and aloe vera for healing.""Oh. That's different then," Luke said. "Carry on.”

“Excuse me?" he said. "It's wrong to have something to say? I guess we could do the paper on Gandhi's feelings about make-up and fashion, but other than that Vogue cover in that really cute loincloth after he'd had all the diet success, we don't have a lot of material.”

“some girls are more special than others.”

“I didn't make this plan. I just wake up sometimes and want to crawl out of my life.”

“Sometimes it is the sharp contrasts in life, the bitter and the sweet; things not working out as planned, relationships falling apart, losing your loved ones—these are the things that shake you and make you appreciate life, see the good in it and love anew the people around you.”

“im a bitch, im a lover, im a child, im a mother, im a sinner, im a saint, i do not feel ashamed. im your hell, im your dream, im nothing in between, you know you wouldnt want it any other way. so take me as i am.”