It became a habit, and as time went by, I built a fortress of fear around me, and now I’m trapped behind walls of my own making.

I clutched her hand and pulled it to my chest. "Make me a promise, Reagan," I whispered. "Anything, name it." "If I ever treat you anything less than precious, promise that you'll tell me so and remind me of this conversation." "I promise, and promise me that you'll do the same." We linked our fingers as we did sitting in my car, which seemed like a lifetime ago. The feeling of that connection was the last thing I was aware of before we both drifted off to sleep.

I feel like all my stars have aligned, and Uranus wants to knock me out of orbit.

Were you backing it up on the fridge?” [Jet]“I was…uh…was…removing smudges with my butt. Did you forget something?” [Shawna]“My laptop. I have a paper due Monday for English. I’ll just go get that now,” Jet said, still looking disconcerted as she left the room.“I saw a smudge, and I rubbed my butt on it. That’s perfectly normal,” Shawna called after her.

[O]ut of the blue Sophie asked, "Aunt Faith, what's a vibrator?"Faith was in mid-swallow and choked on her coffee. ..."Baby, where'd you hear that?"..."My momma was on the phone with her friend Ms. Kim last night, and she said that Lottie Bishop kicked her in the crouch so many times that she didn't know if she'd ever be able to take her vibrator for a test spin again.

Grandma told me not to 'squirrel' you...She and Anne saw two squirrels doing the deed, then the male squirrel ran off when it was over. I'm slightly offended she compared me to a hit-and-run rodent. I just want you to know that I want to share my branch and acorns with you, it's not just physical.

I may become weak and start listening to what my body has to say more than my brain. So I elect you the responsible one.""I've been crazy about you since we met. You've elected Bill Clinton president of the chastity club.

Aw,” Dana said when they’d put some distance between them and Evan. “He loves you.”“Dana, that’s what boys say when they don’t really know you but want to have sex with you. He’s lucky I didn’t go back and punch him in the mouth.

I've taken my love life into my own hands . . . please don't read too much into that statement.

...Bryan pumped his fist. “Stakeout! Will I be in plain clothes?” “Wear whatever you want as long as it’s dark,” Kirsten answered with a smile. “Permission to get snacks for my stakeout, ma’am!” Bryan said loudly as he sprung to attention.