I mean, like most guys, you carry around this girl in your head, who is exactly who you want her to be. The person you think you will love the most. And every girl you are with gets measured against this girl in your head.

The universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

Males are the most incomprehensible species.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray.