...our family is white as far back on the family tree as I've ever looked, and I guess I picture people white white white unless someone tells me otherwise

Because on some level, even though it never turns out to be true, and even though I should know better, I still expect life to be like the movies.

I sit around too much, waiting for other people to do stuff and angsting about stuff they've done, without doing anything myself.

Don't call me Alessandro, or this could get ugly. Oh, then may I call you Alice?

There's something about seeing a guy's feelings written down, something about him taking that risk and committing that heart to paper, that means so much more than anything he could just say.

I can feel like a hag some days if I want! And I can tell everybody how insecure I am if I want! Or I can be pretty and pretend to think I'm a hag out of fake modesty-I can do that if I want, too. Because you, Livingston, are not the boss of me and what kind of girl I become.

Get over it, Roo. If you have friends who actually like you, you’re popular enough.