“Are you crazy?""Crazy for you," he whispers.”

“He was crazy, Michael thought, but he appeared to be nice-crazy, and not I'll-kill-you-I'll-kill-you crazy.”

“Initially, he worried that he might be going crazy. But then he decided if you felt you were crazy you weren't really crazy because he had heard somewhere that crazy people didn't know they were insane.”

“Just…tell me I’m not crazy,” he whispered. “That this…isn’t as insane as I think it is”…“I don’t know … Maybe we’re both a little crazy.”“I can live with that.”

“This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone."I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.”

“He presses against me and gently whispers in my ear, “Can’t you see I’m crazy about you?”I whip around, “You’re crazy about a lot of girls.” I say letting the pain cut through my voice. Ben flinches from my words, “No Megan, just you.”