“Then it's goodbye, Sangsara for meBesides, girls aren't as good as they lookAnd Samadhi is better than you thinkWhen it starts in hitting your headIn with Buzz of glittergoldHeaven's Angels, wailing, sayingWe've been waiting for you since morning, JackWhy were you so long dallying in the sooty room?This transcendental BrillianceIs the better part (of Nothingness I sing) Okay. Quit. Mad. Stop.”

“I haven't tried this with anyone...signifacant in a long time. It's never worked before." "You haven't had sex before?" "I have. But not with anyone i cared about or...knew. One-time things. That's all." "That's all-ever?" "It's not like they 've been tons of them. There were more before, in high school, than there have been the last three years." "Lucas? I said yes, and i meant it. I want this-as long as you have protection, i mean. I want this, with you. So this is okay. Please don't ask me to say stop." "I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay." "You 're shaking, Jacqueline. Do you want to-" "No." "I'm just a little cold." "Better?" "Yes." "You know you can say it. But i'm not asking you to, this time." "Good." His earlier hesitation gone, he removed the last scraps of fabric we were wearing, fixed the condom in place, kissed me fiercely and rocked into me.”

“Rule #3 - It's okay to believe yourself better than the rest of the planet, so long as you keep it to yourself.”

“I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.”

“You're right. Everyone in this room with a pulse is starting to smell really good. Okay. Back in the box, better safe than sorry.”

“Well, fallen angel. Now you're quite ruined," she said, reverting to the formal you. "No, aren't you afraid? Well, goodbye! You'll get back on your own, right?”