“I wanted a summer filled with porch swings, lemonade and fireflies.”

“I didn't want their tears. I didn't want them to think of me. I wanted nothing from them. That asshole Mitch Johnson saved my life today. What a prick.”

“I want you to listen to me you seem to be under the misconception that there is something wrong with you, that there is nothing special about you. There is nobody else in the whole world that I would rather be with. I could look at you for hours an never get sick of it. I could spend ever second of everday in your presence and I would die a happy man. You belong with me.”

“This chick had a serious love affair going on with my hair. I wondered if I should offer to leave her alone with it. Seriously, if she started rubbing her face against it, I was out.”

“He let out a groan and I stopped tugging at the material, thinking I had hurt him."Are you okay?", I asked, leaning over him."Could you kiss me or something so I don't feel so perverted?" he asked.I couldn't help my laugh of relief. Still, I had to admit, the way he was looking at me was pretty hot."Really? Even with an exposed fracture you're thinking of something like that?" I chastised."It's not like everything's broke," he said, sounding mortified.”

“Damn those fat Barbie heads. I blamed them for my loss, and to this day I can't walk down the sickeningly pink Barbie aisle of any store.”

“I was lying on my bed, contemplating Mason's death when Amy strolled into our cabin."Hey, what are you doing?""Wondering what would cause more damage, a paint-brush in the eye or a putty knife shoved up someone's nostril," I answered, scowling at the ceiling.”