“Can I be your favorite girl?” “You already are, Duchess.”

“I wish I was your favorite girl, I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world, I wish I was your favorite smile, I wish the way I dressed was your favorite kind of style”

“Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl and she's gone. I'm not me anymore.”

“The relationship of a girl and her favorite novel can be complex indeed.”

“In your room where time stands stillOr moves at your will.Will you let the morning come soon,Or will you leave me lying here?In your favorite darkness,Your favorite half-light,Your favorite consciousness,Your favorite slave.In your room where souls disappearOnly you exist here.Will you lead me to your armchair,Or leave me lying here?Your favorite innocence,Your favorite prize,Your favorite smile,Your favorite slave.In your room your burning eyesCause flames to arise.Will you let the fire die down soon,Or will I always be here?Your favorite passion,Your favorite game,Your favorite mirror,Your favorite slave.I'm hanging on your words,Living on your breath,Feeling with your skin.Will I always be here?”

“I already told you, I'm not gonna subscribe to your stupid magazine!' she yells.'We're not selling anything,' Jake calls back. 'We just came to see my favorite chula this side of the Mississippi.'The girl pauses and shields her eyes to get a better look. 'Jacob? That you?''In the flesh,' he confirms with a broad grin.”