You Against Me

It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.

Sometimes if you want something badly enough, you can make it happen. If you miss someone so desperately that it wrecks your insides, you say their name over and over until you conjure then. It's called sympathetic magic and you just have to believe in it to make it work.

If you want a girl to like you, you have to listen like a woman and love like a man.

Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, "God, it's cold." Question: What's the probability they will kiss?

Do you want this to be a love story?

I like you," he said. He made it sound as if she was bound to disagree with him. She nodded. His face said he was telling her something very important. He said, "I mean it. Whatever happens, you have to believe that.

Is this how it is for everyone?' she whispered. 'No.' 'How do you know?' 'I just do. I've never felt this with anyone before.' 'Serious?' 'Serious. That isn't a line.' 'Kiss me,' she said. He did. Everywhere.

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important - his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.

When I first saw Ellie, I knew it was her-- she was my fantasy. I didn't want it to be true, but every time I met her it was obvious, and the funny thing was that she was better than the fantasy, like I got more stuff than I'd imagined.

Parents don’t know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

Funny how when life was that simple, you never really realized how lucky you were.

You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

Help me, Mikey, she wanted to say. I’m afraid. More afraid than you’d ever believe.’ And he’d take her hand and they’d fly across the rooftops and up into space and sit on some planet and watch a double sunrise or maybe a star being born or some other event that no human had ever seen, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her. And she’d tell him everything.

She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.

Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.

We'll kill him on the green with a five iron.

Alchemy, Dex called it, which was something to do with magic if you were French.

When he thought about her, he remembered her at the cottage, her eyes fiery, daring to love him. But standing here in front of him , she looked defeated and sad.

She wishes she was old. She'd swap her life to be in a life that was nearly over, so long as she didn't have to be here.

Why do I feel like you're not on my side anymore? Please don't give up on me.