It's so much easier to convince yourself you're madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.

I knew, deep down, that love, though a beautiful beginning, isn't enough. It's the practice of honoring and caring for another that's noble, not the emotion of love itself. The emotion is the easy part.

It just makes me wonder what subject you blame for talking to me every night.' I'm still settling on an answer for that one. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I can't believe I just wrote that.

Love," he said, "has the longest arms.

I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy

She mailed me a Merry Christmas-I'm-Breaking-Up-with-You card. I'll read it to you," he said. He cleared his throat. "Dear Marcus. Merry Christmas. I'm breaking up with you. Mia.

The great thing about fiction is that you can start off by telling the truth, then start making stuff up like crazy whenever you feel like it.