I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.

Forever was my heartbeat and it was the hope tomorrow held.

Nancy was so thrilled, I thought she was going to kiss me—and I thought I was actually going to have to hit a chick.

You don’t have to want to be in arelationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.

When people inexplicably dissapeared into thin air, it was usually because they had a new zip code. Something like 666.