“What… are you?" she choked out.

"No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.”

“You want me and I want you. right?"
Who did she think she was? You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's Syndrome. He said, "Well, I guess. Yeah, that's right.”

“He's the popular high school jock. She's the geek nobody can be bothered to speak to. You'll never guess what happens next! Well…you probably will.”

“I am not interested so much in behaviour from which you infer consciousness because that is a mug's game. I don't know whether you're conscious. I take a good guess that you are and you can take a good guess that I am but it's not something you can prove. We can't work out what someone else feels.”

“She was spirit and presence, as rare and brilliant as snowflakes in sunlight, and he could not bring himself to harm her.”

“You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn’t see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.”

“She says no
When she means yes
And what she wants
You know that I can't guess.
When we want more
You know we ask for less
Such is the language of love…”

“And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?”

“If he’s not gay and he hung out with you the whole time, he wanted to be. It’s boyfriend or want to be boyfriend or I guess gay. Those are the choices.”

“If you know what a man's doing, get in front of him; but if you want to guess what he's doing keep behind him.”