“And now I don't have an excuse to break his face. I would have really enjoyed that, too.”

“I don't get high, but sometimes I wish I did. That way, when I messed up in life I would have an excuse. But right now there's no rehab for stupidity. ”

“Excuse me if I enjoy myself rather obviously! I don't often have the luck to have a dream like this. It is new to me for a nightmare to lead me to a lobster. It is commonly the other way.”

“As a rule, I don't enjoy being tossed into closets and having the door shut on my face, but I knew he was protecting me.”

“Do you want a ride home?""I rode my bike, and I don't really want to keep it here at the school.""I have a truck, it won't be a problem to throw it into the bed.""Well then, I suppose I don't really have an excuse to say no, do I?""I was going to hold your duffel hostage until you said yes anyway.""Now what has my duffel bag ever done to you?”

“A slow smile curved over my face, and I leaned down over him. "No," I said. "Wishes are lies. Tell me you're going to leave. Tell me you're not going to stay. Tell me that it's only for a while so I can enjoy today," I whispered in his ear, as if saying it louder would break me. "And when you go, don't think me cold when I don't cry. I can't cry anymore, Pierce. It hurts too much.”