There will be all these fifty-year-old women wearing hot pants and squeezing themselves into pretzel shapes and then there will be me. Just reaching for my toes like they're China. 'Hello there! You're so far away, I can't get to you! Can you even hear me?

Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it’s the very last piece, but you let him have it.

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.

We can't know or say what other people do. You have to think what you want to do to get the situation where you want it to be.

I know they're not getting divorced or anything, but when your parents argue it makes the whole universe seem like it's tipping, like everything could change if they got mad enough at each other, like the world isn't a safe place. And of course, that's true, isn't it? The world is not a safe place.

I like to be direct." "Okay," I said. "But I warn you, I like to be evasive, inserutable and generally send mixed messages." "I doubt it." "Human interaction is not my strong point," I told him.

She will not be simple and sweet. She will not be what people tell her she should be.