“I walked to Montevallo.''Forty miles?!''Forty-two,' he corrected me. 'Well. Forty-two there. Forty-two back. Eight-two miles. No. Eight-four. Yes. Eighty-four miles in forty-five hours.''What the hell's in Montevallo?' I asked.'Not much. I just walked til I got too cold, and then I turned around.''You didn't sleep?''No, the dreams are terrible.”

“Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.”

“You heard people say forty was the new thirty and fifty was the new forty and sixty was the new forty-five, but you never heard anybody say eighty was the new anything. Eighty was just eighty.”

“Who would you die for? Who would you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you?”

“I told myself that it took forty-two facial muscles to frown and only four to stretch out my arm and bitch-slap the witch.”

“It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.”

“There, you are officially mine for the next forty-eight hours.”