There was just no fear in her.

I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

I think I missed my window." "What window?" "My get-a-life window. I think I was supposed to figure all this stuff out somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-six, and now it's too late.

Ah...' Park said, pained. 'What?' 'Those are alphabetized.' 'It's okay. I know the alphabet.' 'Right.' He looked embarrassed. 'Sorry.

(Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.)

That moment," she told Cath, "when you realize that a guy's looking at you differently - that you're taking up more space in his field of vision. That moment when you know he can't see past you anymore.