This is what's so annoying about going out with Luke. You can't get away with anything.

Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.

The trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is, that deep down you know it's all bullshit.

A party like this isn't about the surprise factor. It's about someone going to so much trouble that it just... overwhelms you.

You can want and want and want, but if he doesn't want you back ... you might as well wish the sky were red.

In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone.

When I'm on a break from writing, I'll log on to Amazon and eBay. The doorbell is constantly being rung by deliverymen.