“Me, all seeing. He, blind and unseeing, but, somehow, seeing it all so clearly. I envy him.”

“So. Are you going to see him again?""Technically, I haven't seen him at all . . ." (Heroine is blind - LOL)”

“Gazzy called over to me "I can't see anything!""I can't see anything either," Iggy complained."I'm rolling my eyes, Ig." I had to tell him that because he couldn't see me do it, what with his blindness and all.”

“If all the world were blind, we could see each other more clearly!”

“What do you see in a guy like Christian Prescott?" he asked me that night when he dropped me off from prom. And what he was really saying then, what would have come through loud and clear if I hadn't been so blind was, why don't you see me?”

“Damn him. I could love. I had it all inside of me. If he knew so much about me, why couldn't he see that? If I didn't love him, how could it hurt so badly?”