The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.

What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.