There is no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

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

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

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

No one would want to read a book in which I explain the science of cloning because it would be very dull and it would also make no sense.

It broke the spell. It's not that I stopped being happy. I was still inexplicably, utterly happy. But suddenly the happiness had implications.