I love things that are old and glittery, that come with layers of glamour and past lives.

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.

When you're alone, it's easier," she said a little wistfully. "You can do what you want. You don't have to go home.

As long as you're neurotic and crazy, he's great. But once he solves all your problems, he becomes the problem.

I started writing about New York as soon as I arrived. I was 19. I used to write short stories and send them out.

Whoever we are here, we might be princesses somewhere else. Or writers. Or scientists. Or presidents. Or whatever the hell we want to be that everyone else says we can't.

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.