“Rogerson,” I asked him sweetly as we sat watching a video in the pool house, “where would I find the pelagic zone?””In the open sea,” he said. “Now shut up and eat your Junior Mints.”

“Most don’t deserve your tears… and the ones that do will never make you cry.”

“Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles”

“I’d heard of Evergreen Care Center before. Cass and I had always made fun of the stupid ads they ran on TV, featuring some dragged-out woman with a limp perm and big, painted-on circles under her eyes, downing vodka and sobbing uncontrollably. “We can’t heal you at Evergreen”, the very somber voiceover said. “But we can help you to heal yourself.” It had become our own running joke, applicable to almost anything. “Hey Cass, “I’d say, “hand me that toothpaste.” “Caitlin,” she’d say, her voice dark and serious. “I can’t hand you the toothpaste. But I CAN help you hand the toothpaste to yourself.”

“You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.”

“The culture of women in the church today is crippled by some very pervasive lies. “To be spiritual is to be busy. To be spiritual is to be disciplined. To be spiritual is to be dutiful.” No, to be spiritual is to be in Romance with God. The desire to be romanced lies deep in the heart of every women. It is for such that you were made. Are you ARE romanced, and ever will be.”

“Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.”

“You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?”

“Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies.”

“Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?”

“You think I wanted to fall for you? I stayed away from you! I gave him the chance to be with you! But there’s another part of me that asks what if? What if you’re not supposed to be with Ren? What if you were supposed to be the answer to my prayers? Not his!”

“Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it’s hit me when it comes to you”

“But this girl…she doesn’t feel pointless. She’s real and she’s beautiful and she fits perfectly when she’s in my arms. She makes me want to feel.”

“…he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he’d have to be the one to let go.”From Alice Hoffman’s “Local Girls”, pg.102.”