“She didn't strike me as a "crossword in ink" kind of girl”

“She exuded sexuality almost tangible, like ink obscuring the waters around the octopus before it strikes.”

“It didn't matter if i was the kind of girl who had sex, or the kind of girl who had her portrait on on a wall in the library, or the kind of girl who who got into the best college, or the kind of girl who didn't tell her parents everything, or the kind of girl who teachers loved. I just needed to be okay with all the kinds of girl I was.”

“I don’t think I pity her. She doesn’t strike me as a girl that suggests compassion. I think I envy her... I don’t know whether she is a gifted being, but she is a clever girl, with a strong will and a high temper. She has no idea of being bored...Very pretty indeed; but I don’t insist upon that. It’s her general air of being someone in particular that strikes me.”

“She could end up as just another girl in a forbidden room, a sleeping beauty who would never wake.He didn't want that for her. And she didn't want that either. It was the wrong kind of forever. A soulless, frozen love.”

“You didn't strike me as stupid, but I guess first impressions are deceiving.”