Calamity (The Reckoners, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

Who would have thought that love and hate would be so similar, you know?” “Who?” Mizzy said. “Like, basically every philosopher to ever live.”

Various cake-decorating paraphernalia followed. I didn’t even know the names of most of the stuff, let alone how it was used. All of this had taught me one thing: cake decorating was serious business.

“Yeah,” she said, righting herself. “Yet—in all of infinity—I don’t think I’ve ever found a dimension where you can kiss worth a hill of beans.” “That’s unfair,” I said. “You didn’t complain last night.” “You stuck your tongue in my ear, David.” “That’s way romantic. Saw it in a movie once. It’s like…a passionate wet willie.”

Said he’d rather get cussed out by someone who meant it than be smiled at by someone who didn’t.”