“I'm always right, always wrong. Dressing bad's like loving you there is nothing i haven't worn. Nothing, I haven’t said before. You are nothing I haven’t felt before.”

“There’s nothing you could do that I haven’t seen an army of uglier, hairier people do thousands of times before.”

“I’d know you in the dark,” he said. “From a thousand miles away. There’s nothing you could become that I haven’t already fallen in love with.”

“She eyed him but said nothing. Why did he always have to pull out the truth?“It’s not like I haven’t seen you pee before. Go ahead.”“Eww, you have not!”“Yup, you were six and you had to go and there was no one else to take you.”Oh God...she’d been so humiliated she must have blanked it from her memory.”

“No. Haven’t you been listening?” Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.”

“Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.”