I always used to be an inside person, and now I'm an outside person.

There are, of course, people who didn't create the trouble they're in, but lots of them do.

I always feel it is a shortcoming of mine as a reader and as a writer that I frankly need to like somebody.

There was such an incredible logic to kissing, such a metal-to-magnet pull between two people that it was a wonder that they found the strength to prevent themselves from succumbing every second. Rightfully, the world should be a whirlpool of kissing into which we sank and never found the strength to rise up again.

Society was nothing but a long, dull dinner party conversation in which one was forced to speak to one's partner on both the left and the right.

We are taught to be suspicious, especially of anyone who might not look like us or share our beliefs.

No one tells the truth to people they don't actually know, and if they do it is a horrible trait. Everyone wants something smaller, something neater than the truth.