He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.

To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.

You would be surprised what two hours of daily exercise and five hundred stomach crunches can do for you.

If there was one thing I refused to be, it was an insignificant footnote in some boy's history.

You can see beauty in everything, except for yourself.

The look he gave me...My stomach quivered in that exact same way when I watched Before Sunset, yearning for a guy to know me so deeply and truly, we were only really complete when we were together. That I could talk, go on wild tangents, make obtuse references, and he would divine my meaning before I knew what I was trying to say myself. Erik had fallen asleep next to me on the couch, complaining later that the movie was "just people talking." He had no idea that this movie could have been a love letter written for me.

Jolie laide = "pretty ugly" Draws you to it...bored into heart and mind.