“I wish I knew how to change my patterns--all of them. But it's like the blood in my finger. I screw up and there it is, just the stuff I'm made of, making a mess again.”

“I'm not really a stalker, but my school is so small it's hard not to notice a person's schedule if you have a compound crush and a guilt complex about them.”

“I'm a pathetic random pattern. I'm a nonsequential but recurring loser. I'm fluid stupidity.”

“I would laugh at all my provincial inmates, but I’m too busy lusting. I’m not usually interested in a guy with “take a number” on his forehead, but this guy doesn’t have a forehead — it’s buried in messy blond hair. And he’s not one of the twenty guys I’ve known my entire pubescent life. he smiles like the Fourth of July. What’s a dumb girl to do but get in line with everyone else not in his league? I guess journalism just became my most beloved class.”

“Wolves don't actually howl at the moon. Mostly they howl at each other. I'm a girl, so I get that.”

“How long were you standing out there?""I don't know. Forty-three minutes.""You must be freezing. And a stalker.”

“Like what? You think I'm gay or something?”