True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.

But there's so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on.

You know what I hate? The outdoors. I mean, generally. I don't like outside. I'm an inside person. I'm all about refrigeration and indoor plumbing and Judge Judy.

It's easy to like someone from a distance. But when she stopped being this amazing unattainable thing or whatever, and started being, like, just a regular girl with a weird relationship with food and frequent crankiness wh's kind of bossy--then I had to basically start liking a while different person.

We fell. We got up. We ran.

the point is that there are always answers.

I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually.