“This is very domestic of you," he said. "It's kinda hot, really. Giving me all sorts of fantasies about you in an apron vacuuming my house.”

“I shall really be very unhappy unless you give me the sort of courage that makes one forget he is afraid.”

“It's just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.''Right, it's primarily his hotness,' I said.'It can be sort of blinding,' he said.'It actually did blind our friend Isaac,' I said.'Terrible tragedy, that. But can I help my own deadly beauty?''You cannot.''It is my burden, this beautiful face.''Not to mention your body.''Seriously, don't even get me started on my hot bod. You don't want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace's breath away,' he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.”

“I’ll cover your mouth with one hand to muffle any noise you make, I promise.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Shane was giggling too as he said, “Guess that’s not very romantic, huh?”"Not really. It’s oddly kinda hot, but, no, not very romantic.”“Fair enough.” Shane flopped over on his back, still snickering.”

“They all think I'm some kinda freak." Ethan laughed and put his arms around me. "You're my kinda freak," he said, and kissed me until I didn't care anymore.”

“You know,' he said, sitting back, reflectively, 'it's at times like this that you kind of wonder if it's worth worrying about the fabric of space-time and the causal integrity of the multidimensional probability matrix and the potential collapse of all waveforms in the Whole Sort of General Mish Mash and all that sort of stuff that's been bugging me.”