Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?

I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.

Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it's a bad one?

Foreign novels are less action-oriented. They have a different pace; they’re more reflective. They challenge us to look for the story, find the story within the story.