She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

Everyone striving to be witty and sought-after, everyone talking and no one listening.

I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

One can't help but marvel at the variety of ways that women had devised to make us look like flaming idiots.

I had to wait for someone special. Someone who would make my heart feel as if it's been trampled by elephants, thrown into the amazon, and eaten by piranhas.

Having regrets is the only sign that you’ve done anything interesting with your life.

A sixty - eight, he wants you to go down on him but he won't return the favor. It would be sixty-nine but he owes you one.