Oh, please. If she's going to use Mr. Darcy to prop up her arguments, I give up.

You know what Hans told me last week?" she says as I open the door of my fitting room. "He told me to write down a list of everything I wanted to say about that women-and then tear it up. He said I'd feel a sense of freedom." "Oh right," I say interestedly. "So what happened?" "I wrote it all down," says Laurel. "And then I mailed it to her!

It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.

I can see the warmth. He's falling for me.

Honestly, it’s so easy to get what you want from people if they think you’re a psycho.

I had no plans to be a writer. My teenaged bid for stardom was to be a pop star... which, ahem, didn't exactly work out.

Relationships are a battle. They are a chess game. And what did I do? I just threw all my chess pieces down on the board at once, and said, "Here! Have them all!