“You don't look at Ann the way you looked at her." "How's that?" "Like you could look at her for the rest of your life.”

“I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it's nicer…' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… 'to look at it through poetry.”

“...he is handsome in the way you'd like your husband to be handsome. Someone you can look at for the rest of your life.”

“Don't gape at me, Logan, everyone sees the way you look at her, how you watch over her like a hawk. You're too protective of her. Combine that with your competitive nature, add a dash of lust and a pinch of anger, and you have a perfect recipe for trouble.”

“How sympathetic you look, Anne…as sympathetic as only seventeen can look.”

“Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fold you in half so many times you'll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.”