“It’s not about the dress you wear, but it’s about the life you lead in the dress.”

“And when I don’t feel it, it’s pointless.Think about getting up it’s pointless.Think about eating it’s pointless.Think about dressing it’s pointless.Think about speaking it’s pointless.Think about dying only it’s totallyfucking pointless.”

“Nice dress you're almost wearing. You ever think about changing professions?" -Ranger”

“It’s never the wedding dresses, you know. We keep those, too, but only because they’re so blooming expensive. No. I’ve seen enough old ladies’ closets to know what we really hold on to. Not the till-death-do-us-part dresses. It’s those first lovely dresses: the slow dance dresses, the good-night-kiss dresses. It’s those first pangs we hold on to.”

“The great news is I drive like a woman. The bad news is that it’s only when I’m wearing a dress.”

“You’re going to make me dance to this, aren’t you?” he asked.“It’s Valentine’s Day, Finch. Pretend I’m a boy.”He laughed, pulling me into his arms. “It’s hard to do that when you’re wearing a short pink dress.”“Whatever. Like you’ve never seen a boy in a dress.”Finch shrugged. “True.”