I thought there were moments to complain about your parents and moments to be grateful, and it was a shame to mix those moments up.

There was something appealing in thinking of a character with a secret life that her author knew nothing about. Slipping off while the author's back was turned, to find love in her own way. Showing up just in time to deliver the next bit of dialogue with an innocent face.

Baby, high school's over. High school's never over.

It was the marriage that was important; Jane Austen rarely even bothered to write about the wedding.

You've done so many things and read so many books. Do you still believe in happy endings?" "Oh my Lord, yes." Bernadette's hands were pressed against each other like a book, like a prayer. "I guess I would. I've had about a hundred of them.

A man says something. Sometimes it turns out to be the truth, but this has nothing to do with the man who says it.

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.