“If you could just see your face,” she told me. “You look like a cat in a bathtub.”

“Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. me, liked me.”
“you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle…”

“What's wrong, little sis? You look upset."
She could barely catch her breath. "Cracked… my… nail polish slapping your… worthless face. See?" She showed him her finger - just one of them.
"Cute" He snorted.”

“You can't run from feelings, Charity. You have to face them. Otherwise your future will look just like your past.”

“It's like a bar of soap in the bathtub — you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight.”

“It's the way you look whenever she mentions her fiance. My cat looks like that before he hacks up a hairball.”

“You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.”

“When a cat greets you, he makes a big operation of it, bumping, stropping your legs, buzzing like mischief. But when he leaves, he just walks off and never looks back. Cats are smart.”

“Saw your face,
My hand you took
Just like in a story book,
And you got me
Yeah, you‘ve got me”

“Look," I whisper to Cat, "Shooting star! That's good luck."
She rolls her eyes. "It's a plane, you idiot," she says, and when I look again I can see that she's right. Typical.”