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 love the idea of the big life - the life that matters, the life that makes a difference. The life where stuff happens, where people take action. The opposite of the life where the girl can't even speak to the boy she likes; the opposite of the life where the friends aren't even good friends, and lots of days are wasted away feeling bored and kind of okay, like nothing matters much.

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

She had been nobody and he had been golden.

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

I hate those endless descriptions of a heroine's physical attributes . . . it really bothers me how in books it seems like the only two choices are perfection or self-hatred. As if readers will only like a character who's ideal--or completely shattered.

We shouldn't piss them off, explained Frankie, because who knows what they'll do now that they've united.