I’ve always wondered why love has to be so full of conflict and strife. Why can’t love be simple? Why can’t it just be as pure as two people who realize that they can’t live as well, or as happily, apart as they can together?

You’re every single fantasy I've ever had.

The best self promotion is your next book. And the book after that and after that.

But sometimes, it’s harder to admit to ourselves we want love in our lives than it is to keep living without it.

Some things are just perfect, even when they don't make any sense

Looking for the good in people is never stupid.

Unrequited love made right is the ultimate, isn’t it?