“We've turned off all the lightsin the living roomto make hand shadows.We've got thisbig flashlightaimed at the wall.I make the silhouette of my handinto a duck.Robin makes his into a rabbit.Now my duck kisses his rabbitAnd-POOF!- it turns intoa turkey.And for some reasonthis strikes usas hysterically funny.But you probably had to be there.”

“If Dylan and I had metby chatting on the Netin a room of cyberspaceinstead of face to faceand I hadn't seen his lipsor the way he moves his hipswhen he does that sexy danceand I hadn't had a chanceto look into his eyesand be dazzled by their sizeand all that I had seenwere his letters on my screen,then I might as well confess:I think I would have liked himless.”

“I kiss her like my life depends on it.”

“When we kiss, his lips on mine are like CPR--breathing the life back into me.”

“I wish he hadn't gone and cut his hair.He looks about eight years old.His ears have tripled in size.Everyone's started calling him Dumbo.Which wouldn't be so bad,except they've started calling meMrs. Dumbo.You can't even tellhe's got curly hair anymore.There's nothing leftto run my fingers through.Just this weirdblond AstroTurfsprouting out of his skull.”

“She flashes me a smile so devastating that it could even make an atheist believe in God.”

“Madame Vbegins the lessonby reading aloud the first stanzaof a famous French poem:Il pleure dans mon coeurComme il pleut sur la ville;Quelle est cette langueurQui penetre mon coeur?Then she looks upand without any warningshe calls on me to translate it.I swallow hard, and try:"It's raining in my heartlike it's raining in the city.What is this sadness that pierces my heart?"Saying these words out loud,right in front of the whole class,makes me feellike I'm not wearing any clothes.”