The heart wants what the heart wants," she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. "You'd think the heart would know better.

... he was juggling issues and solving problems, which was why his brain had no space left for memories.

. . . 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.

Why do I keep evading my work? Is it because I’m afraid of being confronted by my lack of abilities?

And if you were always spending your time getting over your past, how were you supposed to get on with your future?

We hate guys who date more than one woman at a time. I've always believed that what's unacceptable in one sex should, by definition, be unacceptable in the other.

Rule number one: Why is it that the one time a cute guy talks to you, you have a friend who's in crisis?