I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain.

Honey, nobody ever knows someone completely. You have to just enjoy what you do know and have faith in the rest.

I still wasn't convinced that tossing a shoe didn't mean you harbored an anger-management problem, but I did understand love now. How it wrapped around you and made you more aware of the prickles on your skin, the roots of your hair, the intensity of every touch and every inch of you. It was like life on hi-def. Everything was sharper.

Our relationship felt like a Christmas gift that you hadn't asked for and weren't expecting to receive, but the minute you saw it, you knew it was perfect for you.

Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution.

Literature wasn't intended to be about perfect people, it was about flaws, very real and very deep human flaws.

Life is like waiting in line at the grocery store. You wait, you slowly move forward, you pay the price, then you exit unsatisfied and broke.