“First I thought she was crazy. Now I'm crazy about her.”

“-Do you love this girl ?-I'm fucking crazy about her.-Fucking crazy I've gathered. But I asked if you love her. I'm talking true, enduring, unconditional, hold-her-hair-while-she's-pucking-from-the-morning-sickness love.”

“There was no point in lying. "Yes. I am following you."Her carefully controlled exterior faltered. "Why?""Because I like you. I'm sorry if that makes you nervous."All the color drained from her face. "I thought you thought I was crazy.""I like crazy.""You're unbelievable," she grumbled."So I've been told.”

“This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone."I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.”

“I'm crazy, Zed.' There, I'd admitted it.'Uh-huh. And I'm crazy too -about you.”

“I smile at her. "You're an angel.""Nah," she says."I'm just a girl crazy in love.”