“i tried my hardest to concentrate on the movie. to be honest though i had no idea what it was about but i could tell you that rosie didn't seem to like lime flavored candy because she didn't eat one green one; that she twisted her hair around her finger in a clockwise motion while she was engrossed in the film and that she cries at romantic parts. i kind of felt a little like a stalker but i just couldn't take my eyes off her, that was the best movie ever in my opinion”

“But the thing was themore time I spentwith her the more I justneeded her, I needed herin my life because I felt likeI'd be missing out onsomething great if she wasn'twith me.”

“i didn't want to just be something physical to her, i wanted her heart too. i just want to wake up with her, that was the only reason i was here tonight, not of anything else.”

“i was crazy about this girl and while there's still a chance of me ending up with her, then i will grab the opportunity with both hands. i wouldn't give her up willingly, if he wanted her then he have to take her away from me and there was no way i am making that easy for that prick.”

“if i die right now i would be an incredibly happy man, because the last thing i got to see was the most beautiful sight i could ever imagine”

“Sometimes I thought about my future, because Lynn said I should. She said it was hard to tell at this point, but someday, if I didn't go to Africa to study animals, I might be a beautiful genius tennis player. I didn't worry about it one way or another. I didn't care if I was a genius or if I was pretty or if I was good in sports. I just liked to listen to Lynn and to talk to Bera-Bera and to eat rice candies. The lady who used to live down the street could take all of her top teeth out of her mouth. She wasn't allowed to eat chewy candy. I could eat any kind of candy I wanted because I still had my baby teeth. If they rotted, I would simply grow more teeth. That was pretty great.”

“Still staring at the woman in the mirror, I hung up the phone. She looked as if she was going to cry. I felt bad for her, that woman with the dark hair, the one who only ever wore black and white. The one who might have been pretty if she'd only take care of herself, if only she weren't smarter, if only she didn't earn more money. I felt sorry for her but envied her, too, because she, at least, could cry and I could not.”