He didn't look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real.

Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.

I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.

What would you do if I kissed you right now?"I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back.

You could start a fire with the heat between you two.""You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.

I hate you, " I muttered.Noah smiled wider. "I know.

You smell good, " he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. "Really?" "Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon.

Your level of neuroses will only find love in a made-for-TV movie.

You're supposed to say, 'All I want is your happiness. I'll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'""Sorry, " Noah said. "I'm just not that big of a person.

My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel.

I stifled a yawn. "It's too early to be such an asshat, Daniel.

He's sort of a Svengali... It means someone who's manipulative. More than that: somebody who makes you think that you need him in order to accomplish anything.

Political cynicism, disengagement, democratic decadence — call it what you will — is too often an excuse for physical and intellectual laziness.

Each night I lie and dream about the oneWho kissed me and awakened my desireI spent a single hour with him aloneAnd since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

I'm not yet defeated, just waiting for my next turn to throw the dice again.

There are distinct duties of a poet laureate. I plan a reading series at the Library of Congress and advise the librarian. The rest is how I want to promote poetry.

The moment you change your perception is the moment you rewrite the chemistry of your body.

The little religion that I have clung to-that what matters most is the continuity of life, and its improvement from one generation to another.

Any room in our house at any time in the day was there to read in or to be read to.

A Minneapolis, Minnesota high school teacher hung this sign under the clock in her classroom. "Time will pass...Will you?"

It goes without saying that your friends are usually the first to discuss your personal business behind your back.