If I had an author superpower, I would like to have the ability to stop time for everyone else. I feel like I have to disappear into myself to write books. I go away, into my head, for hours and weeks at a time, and I hate that I miss everything. It's pretty selfish to want to pause other people, isn't it?

Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader?

I couldn't love anyone more than I do you, it would kill me. And I couldn't love anyone less because it would always feel like less. Even if I loved some other girl, that's all I would ever think about, the difference between loving her and loving you.

It had taken years to put themselves back together, and so what if some things didn’t get put back in the right place? At least they could hold themselves up.

You're never going to find a guy who's exactly like you - first of all, because that guy never leaves his dorm room.

I object to every single thing you just said.

Take your vitamins. Don't drink vodka. Get used to empire waistlines.