“I depended on you....You're older, you're supposed to be my...my archive. That's what sisters do, remember for each other.”

“Don't go wishing for what you know nothing about.”

“He had a real mother, and a stepfather named Bart who Martin called Fart but only with his brothers and James”

“He's the meanest one. We call him..Byrd the Turd”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I was breathless, not certain any longer if it was my nearly plummeting to my death or his nearness that was making it so hard to draw in air.“Protecting you. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Then all of a sudden he'd taken two giant steps towards me, and before I knew it, had taken my face into his hands and the rest of me into the darkness of his wings and we were kissing each other in my little bedroom, in my little house, in my little town, while the mountains soared into the sky.”

“But if you can get so interested in a conversation with someone you're in love with that you forget about wanting to kiss them, then - well then it looks as if you're safe to go ahead..”