She’s the kind of person who either dies tragically at twenty-seven, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, or else grows up to win, like, the first-ever Nobel Prize for Awesome.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla.

The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness: 'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.

And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.

This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.