You are not my high school crush, idiot.” “Great. I can die happy, then.

And change isn't destruction. It's just change.

Hannah: What's your plan? Claire: Go get him Hannah: Honey, that is not a plan. That's what we in the military call an objective.

It made her eyes fill up with tears, and she for a few more minutes starting it over, replaying it, watching his lips say the words: "We can be lonely together.

Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.

Really? Is he running for Worst Boyfriend Ever?" "In the subcategory of Completely Awesome.

It’s like disco inferno up in here