Quotes from Jennifer Echols

I knew why I was claustrophobic, all right. But knowing why didn't make it go away. I wondered what it would be like to see the dark blue sky above us not as heavy drapes of cloth, the top of a circus tent, but as an infinite expanse. As everybody else saw it.

As I've said, Nick was no stranger to the health club. I'd whiled away many a shift behind the front desk, watching his love/hate relationship with the abdominal machine unfold on the surveillance cameras.

And I wasn't buying it. Nick, standing up for me? "Let me get this straight. Your lunchroom speech went a little something like this." I put my hands out in front of me like I was a Roman orator enunciating for the crowd. "I, Nick Krieger, defender of women, would never denounce the cotch. I am above the crotch.

I don't blame you for being confused and thinking, 'Gosh, I called Hayden a fire-crotch and she's mad ? What's up with that?

What do you write in those forms?" I asked. "Nothing. I just do this to look threatening.

And strangely, even though he still stared at the store, I felt like I had more self-control then he did right then.

I tried to gauge the cop's reaction. I couldn't see a thing. His dark eyes could have been laughing at me, or considering how I would look when I got out of prison just in time to join the AARP. "Interesting," he said. "You've broken a lot of laws tonight." Definitely laughing at me.

Your lot in life? A lot is something you draw, like straws. It's chance. You didn't get this life by chance. You chose it on purpose. If you're dissatisfied from it, you can change it.

But you can't live your life worried about dying all the time. If you do, you're dead already.

How did we get to this place where we had to be tough all the time and never said how much we loved each other?

It's easier to remember your lies if they're close to the truth.

Love isn't something you have to deserve.

Or that I couldn't stand to watch anything bad happen to you, because it was like it was happening to me too. Is that love?