Is it possible that my house is a person and not a place?

But, for me, yes. I have to be with Anna. But this is something you have to figure out on your own.

Toph kicks over the microphone stand in a grand, asshole gesture, and the three of them jump off the stage. It's a little less dramatic when they have to come right back to take apart their stuff...

I hate that it sounds like a punishment.

Josh: Don't do this to us. I think you're afraid. I don't know why - I don't know what I could've said or done to make you distrust me - but for once in your life, Isla, take a risk. Take a fucking...

I risk a glance, and St. Clair stares back. Deeply. He has not looked at me like this before. I turn away first then feel him turn a few beats later. I know he us smiling, and my heart races.

Girls were supposed to be happy that someone wanted them, as though they were kittens in a basket, and any left by day's end would be drowned in the pond.

She kissed his lips then. They tasted of apples and cheese, of the revelation of things you never imagined going so well together. She tasted meting ice cream, too, melting defenses, herself melting...

And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe....

There is only one thing I don't like about him. She.

I doubted myself, and that made me doubt you. But you weren't the problem. You were never the problem. I should have trusted you, but I didn't, because I couldn't trust myself.

As far as you go, he believes in what he does, and in second chances. He loves people. I'd go so far as to say he loves you." Loved me? "Why? I don't follow the rules. Aren't religious people into...

But...she didn't know him, did she? Marigold was suddenly struck by how badly she to know him.

He was the kind of beautiful that got under your skin.

Is it possible that I'm worthy of being loved by someone whom I love?

He tastes like champagne. He tastes like desire. He tastes like my deepest craving fulfilled.

We're both aware that he knows everything about Parisian life, whereas I have he savvy of a chocolate croissant.

I'm dizzy. It physically hurts to look at him. I can't breathe. Of course you can breathe, Kurt says. You're breathing right now.