“Dream of me," he said.Dream of you? I'm doing that while I'm awake.”

“Come dance with me," he says, taking my hand, and someday I'll explain to him that I already am.”

“Someday, I will be brave enough to say these things to you in person. For now, I remain in happy, quiet contemplation over you and can say tonight that I just might love you. Or could someday.”

“Need I say more?''No, because you're wrong, and I'd hate for you to keep embarrassing yourself.”

“It's easier to hate than to hurt.”

“How can Sophie hate Josh tonight when Friday morning she loved him?' I ask. What I mean is How can I have had such strong feelings for Ethan when now I don't know what I feel aside from overwhelming mortification?”

“Good becomes perfect, but perfect is an illusion. And illusions are like all spells—temporary and soon broken. And when that happens, feelings change.”

“I'm not entirely sure there is a formula for this,' I say. But I wish there were. I would have followed it, plugging in all my data for x and all of Ethan's for y. And I would have worked out the results before involving my emotions, and I wouldn't feel as I feel now--like I've been dumped for real by an imaginary guy.”

“Dream of me," he said.Dream of you? I'm doing that while I'm awake.”