“You're impossible.You're delectable.You're incorrigible.You're edible.I sigh, frustrated and turned on.You know it's true. He inches closer.No, I can't really say that I do.Well, I can.”
“No, it can't," I say. "It's— it's the kind of thing you want to say, that you want to believe, but it isn't— I know isn't true. I thought my heart knew things, but what I thought was real turned out to be a lie, and now I don't—”
“I crossed my arms. "You're saying I'm not usually polite?"He staged a sigh. "It's amazing how quickly I can regret saying something with you…""I'm polite. I'm very fucking polite.”
“Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.”
“He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.”
“Look, you're really cute, but I can't understand what you're saying”