I don't understand it myself, really. It's like the idea of him is better than the him of him

And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside. It was the sound of her heart breaking.

I never stopped joking around long enough to realize you weren't laughing anymore.

"Maybe I just don't want another rejection," he shrugs. "I've had enough of that in my so-called acting career." Oh, so this is what it's all about. "But you're not auditioning for a role," I try to persuade him. "Aren't I?" he raises his eyebrows.

Life isn't complicated. It's very simple, really. It's us who make it complicated.

C'mon, you're gonna get upset sometimes. Breaking up is a shitty business. Someone always gets hurt. This time it happens to be you.

I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a real relationship with a real man in the real world–-with all the real problems, faults, and whatever comes with it.