Ted is smart and good-looking, but he doesn't use it to good effect, like a rich person that never gives to charity.

All I get is tomorrow.

One of my best friends is named David Leventhal, and it has always been a constant source of amusement to see how the similarity and differences play out in our lives.

If I'm not telling you something, it's for a reason. Just because you trust me, it doesn't mean I have to automatically trust you. Trust doesn't work like that.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the “I love you”s, because it feels safer that way.