Ergo: girls should always make the first move, because (a) they are, on the whole, less likely to be rejected than guys, (b) that way, girls will never get kissed unless they want to be kissed.

So it’s your death suit.” “Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?” “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don’t wear it on dates.” His eyes lit up. “We’re on a date?” he asked. I looked down, feeling bashful. “Don’t push it.

You can't not like "The Great Gatsby." It's got the best sentences in, like, ever.

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.