He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.

Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?

Have I ever been in love? Really in love? And why is it that with each new guy I think I'm more in love with him than the last?

A guy who is crazily, madly in love with you. A guy who sees how incredible and amazing you are, even though you’re not the cheerleader or even close to the prettiest girl in the school. A guy who thinks you’re beautiful, just the way you are.

. . . She was obsessed with clothes and status, how she never gave a thought to being responsible for her own actions, or even what she might do for anyone else-making her the ultimate example of all that was wrong and misguided about young women today.

It's hard to be careful, though, when you feel indestructible.

New York is a city where people are ambitious. They want things.