Raccoon." She saw Ellie put a hand to her mouth to cover the giggles and then looked back at Tom. "Like, you caught it?"
"Well, it sure didn't get Fed-Exed [...]

Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions: apples and fire and electric roil of those cold, black shadows. "Why can't you like me just a little?"

She would never know how she might have answered, because he never gave her the chance.

Instead, he kissed her.

They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning. (pg. 241)

Follow your heart. Just don't get lost.

Honestly, Bob: how do you carve a scream?

You may look like a chick now Westley, but you've still got game.
Of course I do and if you weren't so easy to score on I might actually get to use it sometimes. This was barely a workout.
Girl, if you were looking to score all you had to do was say so. You have no idea how easy I can be.