I'm not that girl who randomly meets a guy one night and has her life change. I wear cords and flannel shirts. I don't have the killer body like Tris or Caroline. Sometimes I don't wash my hair for th...
I was attempting to write the story of my life. It wasn't so much about plot. It was much more about character.
I thought about the bigger picture of my life, and about the people—and particularly the guys—I would encounter during my lifetime. How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation m...
I move my feet, turn away from her, try to pretend she's not there, which is the biggest fucking joke I've ever not laughed at.
I love the way you look when reading a book—content and dreamy, off in another world.
I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth. -Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in their magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said, Could you drop me off down the road please? Now th...
Fuck Tris. I would give body parts to have a guy write something like that for me. My kidney? Oh, both of them? Here, Nick, they’re yours—just write more for me. I’ll give you a start: boy in punk clu...
But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn’t exist if you weren’t here in some way. This notebook is a strange instrument—the player doesn’t know th...
Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way.
Be careful what you’re doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head
I want to believe there is a somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.
I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present
I made the mistake of turning back to look at her one last time before I left the room. It was heartbreaking, really—she just sat there, stunned. She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—o...
How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall?
For sure, the last thing I was going to write to her was All I want for Christmas is you.
Don’t do it for the sake of doing it, but don’t wait for a fantasy, either.
I understand why Laura did what she did. I think I'm supposed to be mad at her, but I'm not. I admire her courage. She saw what the world had to offer and said, No thank you. She saw the lies and hypo...
I didn’t want to tell Lily that I felt we’d all been duped by Plato and the idea of a soulmate. Just in case it turned out that she was mine.