“Their football team moved like some kind of machine, perfect and well-oiled. Their cheerleaders were like springs, bouncing and flipping and woo-wooing with their perfect bodies, perfect cheers, and perfect...pom-poms.”

“The terminals were so corroded it looked like some kind of alien had taken a dump on the battery and then decided to play with it.”

“I held my breath, and refused to blink; he placed his hand on the bed to brace himself as he leaned towards me. Slowly, carefully, his lips--soft, warm, and perfect--found their way to mine. I want to say that it was magical, that I saw rainbows and fairy dust or something fantastic like that, but I couldn't. It was more. Much more. It was as though the world has fallen down around us, and everything was frozen in ice. But I wasn't cold. I was blazing hot, the fire starting where our lips joined, where angel met mortal, and I could feel the flames flickering out towards the limbs that I was fighting with desperately to keep still, not wanting them to latch onto him, not wanting to seem out of control because at that moment, I would have given anything to be just that.”

“He looked at me as if I had some kind of 'I hate penises' sign on my forehead.”

“And then I'd punch him in the neck. Twice. Because I like even numbers.”

“Normal is overrated and experience. Being just like everyone else, getting lost in the crowd is nothing to strive for.”

“She opened [the door] and slipped outside easily, while I clomped like a drunken racehorse after her.”