Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?' 'None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

You give away nice like it doesn't cost you anything.

Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.

Why are you lying awake, thinking that you're a terrible person? To keep my mind occupied when I can't sleep. Some people count sheep. I self-loathe.

Nothing before you counts," he said. "And I can't even imagine an after." She shook her head. "Don't." "What?" "Don't talk about after." "I just meant that... I want to be the last person who ever kisses you, too.... That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I'm trying to say is, you're it. This is it for me.

Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.