Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.

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.

She didn't want to run, period. It made her breasts feel like they were going to detach from her body.

...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

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

Oh, I love period dramas, especially period dramas starring Colin Firth. I'm like Bridget Jones if she were actually fat." "Oh... Colin Firth. He should only do period dramas. And period dramas should only star Colin Firth. (One-star upgrade for Colin Firth. Two stars for Colin Firth in a waistcoat.) "Keep typing his name, even his name is handsome.