Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.

And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.

Here it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth ... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..."

"Vee-"

"Knock, knock."

"This is really important-"

"Knock, knock."

"It's about Elliot-"

"Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice.
I sighed. "Who's there?"

"Boo."

"Boo who?"

"Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.

If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?"
Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.

Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.