When I was a teenager, the number one book I was most obsessed with was 'Gone with the Wind.

What I’m sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I’m sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry that my stupidity caused us to lose a great opportunity. I don’t imagine you would have met me and fallen crazy in love with me, but I would like to think that if you’d had a chance to meet me under different circumstances, something just as nice could have happened. We could have become friends.

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.

We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?

Perhaps it's not that I'm frigid-- it's that once I decide I like a guy, I turn into a raging idiot, unfit for public appearances.

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

I could become a nun even if I am a non-believer. I'll learn to fake it like Nick did with me. I will minister the gospel of compassion and kindness and please, always use a condom, from famine-stricken nations to war-torn dead zones. It's possible I might become a nun who kisses other nuns.