No offense to hot girls everywhere- but newsflash- there are hot girls everywhere.

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.

She's like a wind-up monkey that winds itself.

Sorry, boyfriends everywhere—you’re doomed to sit through an hour and forty-seven minutes of syrupy drivel. The payoff? Between my face, Tadd’s abs and Quinton’s biceps, your girl will be ready for takeoff as soon as the credits roll. You’re welcome.

What will you do with them?" "Redo them in charcoal, probably." "And then?" "Tack them to my bedroom wall." Bedroom wall? "Who wouldn't want to wake up to this?

People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.