I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.

I wrote all four of my books at Starbucks.

What if I promise not to touch you?" "Cath laughed. "Now I have zero incentive to come." "What if I promise to let you touch me first?" "Are you kidding? I'm the untrustworthy person in this relationship. I'm all hands." "I've seen no evidence of that, Cath." "In my head, I'm all hands." "I want to live in your head.

But you're so helpless sometimes. It's like watching a kitten with its head trapped in a Kleenex box.

These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is just that. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.

That girl had the subtlety of a Spencer’s Gifts shop.

You can park your snark at the gate, Omaha.