I wrote all four of my books at Starbucks.

There’s no such thing as handsome princes, she told herself. There’s no such thing as happily ever after.

In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)

I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.

You're a kaleidoscope, you change every time I look away.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.