“I was poison, and Noah was the drug that would made me forget it.”
“He would kiss me, right now, after everything I'd done. I was poison, and Noah was the drug that would make me forget it.”
“He didn't look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real.”
“As soon as I saw him again I could forget all this existed; I would be calm. Was that a definition of love: a force that can drug you with calm and help you forget all the sandpaper realities of the world?”
“There were mornings I thought drugs made me insane and mornings I thought they kept me from going that way.”
“Drugs, what a devil-inspired poison! It’s death on the installment plan.”