She had been nobody and he had been golden.

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.

Face it. There's not going to be a happy ending... at least not with this hero. So don't go mooning around thinking that your breakup is only the crisis before the big romantic scene, because I'm here to tell you that it's not. When you are dumped, you are dumped, and the guy isn't going to change his mind and realize that suddenly he loves you instead of that girl he's flirting with in lunchroom, now that he's free.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.

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.

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

I suffer migraines. I do not suffer fools.