Quotes from Becca Fitzpatrick

All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. " "Chase him down? How? The Neon has a flat." "With your own two feet!" "You mean exercise?

Patch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.

I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.

For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.

I couldn't look at you and breath at the same time.

Are you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.

All I can think about is bed." We're sharing the same thought." You're thinking about bed too?" I'm thinking about YOU in MY bed.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.

Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?

Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.

Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more that five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-- primal.' His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.' 'You're impossible.' 'Me Jev, you Nora.' -Nora & Patch (PG 226)

Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

Dante said, I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off." That's because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he'll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.

Are you defending Marcie?" He shook his head. I don't need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand…" I pointed at the door. Out.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

Part of me wanted to run away from him screaming, Fire! A more reckless part was tempted to see how close I could get without... combusting.

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.

I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.