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Quotes by Michelle Hodkin

If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.

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.

In my rush, I hadn’t tied my shoelaces. Noah was now tying them for me. He looked up at me through his dark fringe of lashes and smiled. The expression on his face melted me completely. I knew I had the goofiest grin plastered on my lips, and didn’t care. “There,” he said as he finished tying the laces on my left shoe. “Now you won’t fall.”Too late.

You cant hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. Im in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.

I want YOU to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Dont be careful with me, he said. Because I wont be careful with you.

Everyones a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others.

You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else.

Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.

Two seconds later, the sound of an alarm filled my ears. What did you do? I said over the noise as he backed up towards the bathroom door. The girl who gave you the note?Yes...I caught her staring at my lighter.I blinked. You gave a child, in a psych ward , a lighter?His eyes crinkled at the corners. She seemed trustworthy.Youre sick, I said, but smiled.Hey, nobodys perfect. Noah smiled back.

He didnt look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real.

It doesn’t matter what we are. It matters what we do.

This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But its ours. Its us. I dont know how our story will end. but I know it will start.

Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better.

Wait, I said as Noah slipped a book from a shelf and headed toward the door. Where are you going?To read?But I dont want you to. But I need to go home, I said, my eyes meeting his. My parents are going to kill me.Taken care of. Youre at Sophies house.I loved Sophie.So Im...staying here?Daniels covering for you.I loved Daniel.Wheres Katie? I asked, trying to sound casual.Elizas house.I loved Eliza.And your parents? I asked.Some charity thing.I loved charity.So why are you going to read when Im right here?

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

Is there any point asking what youre going to make me do on Sunday?Not really.Okay. Is there any point asking what youre going to do to me?He grinned wickedly. Not really.Fabulous. Does it involve the use of a safe word?That will depend entirely on you. Noah moved impossibly closer, just inches away. A few freckles disappeared into the scruff on his jaw. Ill be gentle, Noah added. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes, ruining me.I narrowed my eyes at him. Youre evil.In response, Noah smiled, and raised his finger to gently tap the tip of my nose. And youre mine, he said, then walked away.

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.

Noah shifted on the bed, and the oddest crunching sound came underneath him. I looked, really looked, at the bed for the first time.What, I asked slowly, as I eyed the animal crackers strewn all over it, the hell?You were convinced they were your pets, Noah said, not even trying to suppress his laughter. You wouldnt let me touch them.

I planted a kamikaze kiss on Jamie’s cheek.“FUCK,” he shouted, wiping it off. “What if you killed me!” He threw a Skittle at my face. It hit my forehead.“Ow!”“Taste the rainbow bitch.