I choose you over everyone.

I'm the Cool One," she told herself. "Somebody give me some tequila because I'll totally drink it. And there's no way you're going to find me later having a panic attack in your parents' bathroom. Who wants to French-kiss?

It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.

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

I wonder…,” she said, “if there was such a thing as time machines, would anyone ever use them to go to the future?

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?

You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.