“You're not pathetic," she growled. "You're not worthless. But you are hurt. Maybe even a little confused and probably a lot of deranged, but not pathetic.""Deranged?""Well, you did barge into hell to save a woman who was dumb enough to get caught. . . how many times now? Personally I wouldn't have saved me after the first time. That to me says you're deranged.”
“You're the girl who called me an asshole the first time we spoke. The girl who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned I have more money than God. You're the girl who risked her ass to save a dying dog, who makes my chest ache whether you're wearing green silk or ripped jeans. You're the girl that I--" Noah stopped, then took a step closer to me. "You are my girl.”
“I did deranged quite well, when the occasion called for it.”
“You get away with a lot, even after you're caught.”
“It's not me but the world that's deranged.”
“I am not in love with you," she said. "It is an infatuation. I have heard of such derangements happening to elderly spinsters.”