My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

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

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 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.

I don't know if there is a one for me. I think I might like variety.

Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they're boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed”-because he likes you anyways. He'll tolerate your junk.

I suffer migraines. I do not suffer fools.