“My heart flutters whenever I hear his keyTurning int he door, and I think to myself,Oh goody, the party is about to begin.”

“You know on crime shows where they put a sample in a machine, push a button, and it magics them up a description of what it is?”“Ahh yes. I’m familiar”“Like that, but with less magic” Amy squinted, blinked, and shook her head at the screen. “I take it back; this one might actually contain magic”

“And why should he interest himself at all in my moral and intellectual capacities: what is it to him what I think and feel?' I asked myself. And my heart throbbed in answer to the question.”

“Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neighbors for all their amusement”

“Ok.. So are you goin’a let him bluetube your tweeter?”

“And I. I too.Quite collected at cocktail parties,meanwhile in my headI'm undergoing open-heart surgery.”

“Once I was lost in a forest. I was so afraid. My blood pounded in my chest and I knew my heart's strength would soon be exhausted. I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name.”