He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.

She was trying to sound tough and impatient, but she knew that vulnerable desire to be wooed was still brimming in her tone.

A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

All really interesting girls invent themselves.