So, what if, instead of thinking about solving you whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.

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

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

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

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.

Your trash can is full of energy bar wrappers." "You were looking through my trash?

How do you not like the Internet? That's like saying, 'I don't like things that are convenient. And easy. I don't like having access to all of mankind's recorded discoveries at my fingertips. I don't like light. And knowledge.