The problem with all these fiercely individualistic girls was that they were all exactly the same.
[He] didn’t like to think of himself as vain, but there were definitely times when he wished there was someone on hand to take his photograph.
Envy was just the tax you paid on success.
At some point you’ll have to get serious about life.
Why can’t you just love me? Why can’t you just be in love with me?
I usually write on a computer - unless I get stuck, at which point I switch to write by hand. I think that's common among writers if they get cornered on something.