That sucks, though," Wes said finally, his voice low. "You're just setting yourself up to fail, because you'll never get everything perfect." "Says who?" He just looked at me. "The world," he said, gesturing all around us, as if this party, this deck encompassed it all. "The universe. There's just no way. And why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway?" "I don't want everything to be perfect," I said. Just me, I thought. Somehow. "I just want—

D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Austin... and you. I'll be there soon.

Being a star requires risk-taking shoes.

You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.

I planned my whole future around Adam," she said now, quietly. "And now I have nothing." "No," I told her, "now you just don't have Adam. There's a big difference, Lissa. You just can't see it yet.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.