“Far as I knew, closest she'd gotten to art was a drafting table and dressing mannequins in store windows, and the closest I'd gotten to saving the world was my name on some petitions, for everything from recycling aluminum cans to saving the whales. I put my cans in the trash now, and I didn't know how the whales we're doing.”

“I'd gotten my first glimpse of Elizabeth DeVille. She'd had her hair in a pony-tail that stuck up off the side of her head, and she'd been wearing short red shorts and a light blue tank top with a whale on it. “You like whales?” I'd asked her when I finished with the car. Her face had gone all soft and pretty, making me feel more like one-hundred-and-three than the twenty-three I was, and she'd shrugged. “Yeah, but not a lot more than any other animal. I just like saving things.”

“I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name.”

“Reuse Reduce RECYCLE! Save the world , no need to be superman.I bring what i can to the table.”

“Whatever! Go save a dolphin or something!"He whirled around. "It's a whale, Alex, a whale! That's what I'm interested in saving."I threw up my arms. "What's wrong with saving dolphins?”

“Why save the rainforest, the whales, or the world when you can devote your time to saving syllables?”