I love you for answering the call of a red notebook once upon a time.
I love a man who doesn't let go of the leash, even when it leads him to ruin.
I know there was no God waiting for her, because no God could have let her find Him this soon.
I knew she was leaving. I knew we were never going to date long-distance. I knew that we wouldn't have been able to be like this back when were were dating, so there was no use in regretting what hadn...
I hope that global warming will go away. I hope that people won't be homeless. I hope that suffering will not exist. I want to believe that my hope is not in vain. I want to believe that even though I...
I haven't been able to reach her. And if I can't reach her, there's no way to keep her from being lost.
I guess I’m nervous to be meeting you, Lily said at long last, eyes still closed. Likewise, I assured her. I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, t...
I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his...
I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth. -Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
I KNOW! Your name is Beckham, isn’t it?
Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
Dash believed in magic. Dash loved Christmas. Dash loved me!
Children frighten me. I mean, I appreciate them on a cute aesthetic level, but they're very demanding and unreasonable creatures and often smell funny.
But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?
But it kept being out there, and the thing was, even though I really liked her as a person, I didn’t really think I liked her as a girl, because when you like a girl, there’s this ignition—you can fee...
Bruises mapped my body from bumping into tables and tripping over curbs while walking with a book in my hand, my eyes focused on the pages instead of the live space around me.
All I ever think about is food or sex.
A bum slumped in a corner seat called out, Give the girl a dance already, ya bum!
A bell rings and Pavlov's dog has a fucking seizure on the dance floor.
Let your thoughts run free, as if your mind is taking a leisurely Sunday afternoon walk through a garden in spring bloom.I stand in the hallway, mute. Alone. I realize: I must develop the ability to g...