“I'm sick in the heart," Blister aid, climbing into the car. "I don't need the doctor.""Heartsick is the worst," Daisy G. said.”

“It may be true that you can't judge a book by its cover," Daisy G. had told Blister just last summer. "But the cover tells you something about the book and don't ever pretend it doesn't.”

“Cause if i got you, i don't need money, i don't need cars, girl your my heart”

“Whenever I'm sick, my doctor jokes that I have Beiber Fever!”

“I narrowed my eyes at him. "Stuff that. I'll write a doctoral thesis. Then I can go do what most of the other people with doctoral degrees in anthropology do." "What's that?" asked Calvin."You don't need to encourage her," said Adam seriously, but his eyes laughed at me."The same thing that people with degrees in history do," I said. "Fix cars or serve frnech fries and bad hamburgers.”

“I'm going to Boston to see my doctor. He's a very sick man.”