It's not fair. It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.

God, the boring relative everyone ignores--no one calls, no one writes--until they need a serious favor.

I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don’t understand you at all stick around.

We're living longer, we social network alone with our screens, and our depth of feeling gets shallower. Soon it'll be nothing but a tide pool, then a thimble of water, then a micro drop.

It was never the act itself but our own understanding of it that defeated us, over and over again.

…how monstrous the people you loved could be.

Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.