“If only he knew how little I cared about living.”

“The urge to cut still pulled at me. Would I always have this urge? I wondered. Would I be like an alcoholic constantly fighting the desire to drink?”

“It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.”

“You are like a child who whistles in the dark. As though the dark cared, my poor child, as though the dark cared. ”

“Wait, it's going to fall," I say, pointing to the banner. "Pull it tighter-there, yeah, see how loose it is?""A little to the left" Isaac mocks me, grinning. "A little to the right?"I stick my tongue out at him."Better be careful with that thing," he jokes.”

“Truthfully, he lives right next to the Sexy Tree and I think that's the only thing that bothers me about this whole situation.”

“With her mother's remarks about his uncle in mind she looked at him with fresh interest and was forced to acknowledge that he too was actually a bit of a hunk. His hair was short, very dark and curly, and he had the sort of craggy face which might no longer be fashionable in the age of the New Man and the sarong but which would certainly appeal to any woman whose favourite fantasy involved caves and clubs and a bit of chest-pounding.”