I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable.

People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same.

I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.

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

It still might be a shock. To realize you are just one story walking among millions.

Teenage boys cannot be trusted. Their intentions are not pure.

The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? "I Want to Hold Your Hand." The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants, Nicky. They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.