She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

I wonder if it's possible to start a new relationship without hurting someone else.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation

I was attempting to write the story of my life. It wasn't so much about plot. It was much more about character.

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.