Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy, and we're going to play a fun game called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There.

I've read a lot of bad books. I used to review books for a living, and when you're a reviewer you read tons of terrible books.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

A desert blessing, an ocean curse.

Failing to grapple with complexity actually turns out to be a pretty bad life strategy.

Idiotically, it occurred to me that my pink underwear didn’t match my purple bra, as if boys even notice such things.

We have bottled all the stars this evening, my young friend.