I guess love is the real suspension of disbelief.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

It's perfectly natural to doubt your judgment about doubting your judgment.

Before college, I hadn't voluntarily read anything that might be called literature; I didn't think I'd understand it; I never seemed to understand my English teacher's interpretations of what we read.

You don't need a reason to forgive... If you want to go on with someone, that is what you do.

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it’s this way for everyone.

Whenever people say they didn't like the main character of a book, they mean they didn't like the book. The main character has to be a friend? I don't get that.