“He hadn't stopped wanting love. He had simply, somehow, stopped looking.”

“Oooh! Stop that. When you smile at me I want all of it."
"What?" He looked confused”

“And the worst thing she had heard were the words he hadn't said, the fact that he hadn't loved her.”

“I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.”

“But what I wanted back had never really been there. He was a temporary illusion, a mirage of water after walking in the desert. I had made him up. And he could have killed me. You've got to stop the ride sometimes. Stop it and get off.”

“I'll never stop wanting to kiss you," he whispered.”

“Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants. Stop thinking
about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want?”

“I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.”

“He wanted to believe that his own lack of movement had stopped all movement in the world, the way a hibernating frog abolishes winter.”

“She stopped at the desk and held up a can for his view. "This looks like an ordinary hairspray can, right?"
"Of course." he said though he had no idea what hairspray was.”