“I had said too much. He was giving me the look. I hated the look. It was the “You’ve had it tough, huh, kid?” look. It made me feel pathetic.”
“It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.”
“He looked at me as if I had some kind of 'I hate penises' sign on my forehead.”
“He gives me a look. I'm not even looking at him and I can feel it.”
“The way he looked at me, I felt as though he saw through my body and directly into my soul. No one had ever made me feel like that before. Then again, I had never met someone so electrically good-looking, but there's a first time for everything.”
“Tara flashed a 'look' at me. I didn’t like it very much. It made me feel---small.”