The audience falls in love with a leading man because he'll never belong to any of them.

Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.

His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.

It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.

He liked cheap women, fast cars, late nights, and hard liquor, especially all together. In Jack's view, you are obliged to sin on Saturday night so you'd have something to atone for Sunday morning. Otherwise, you'd be putting the preacher out of business.

If I never have anything from him except this one moment I am going to take it. Take it now, or drown in regret later.

I have come to realize you can never be truly happy unless you've known some sorrow.