People are like that, judging you before they know you.

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

It's a total lie to say there's only one person you're going to be with for the rest of your life. If you're lucky - and if you try really hard - there will always be more than one.

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 only use she has for the word fun is to make the word funeral.

We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing.

If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever just be.-- Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist