Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.

There are other people on the Internet. It's awesome. You get all the benefits of 'other people' without the body odor and the eye contact.

The idea that you're hard to love is ludicrous.

I'd rather be broken than wasted.

So...I'm larking through the Baby Gap, looking at tiny capri pants and sweaters that cost more than ... I don't know,more than they should. And I get totally sucked in by this ridiculous, tiny fur coat. The kind of coat a baby might need to go to the ballet. In Moscow. In 1918. To match her tiny pearls.

He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world.

You think I'm cute?" He said thinkly, pulling on her hand. She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..." Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.