I mean, that was the code, wasn’t it? Single girls and taken guys weren’t allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the way.

It doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. We’re not going to act like he doesn’t exist. Not anymore.

One second she’s all timid, and then reeoowr! Hellcat.

All because I fell in love with a madman.

My hopes for pie died on the sidewalk. There went my grin.

Well, why not just snap my damn olive branch and beat me with it? I was only trying to help.

Cole radiated that cool, bad boy sort of confidence—the kind that left most women flustered and ready.

Because you are the superhero fledgling. I’m just your more attractive sidekick. Oh, and the herd of nerds are your dorky minions.

Tighten your prose so the story flows.

If we believe the good we read about ourselves, we have to believe the bad we read about ourselves.

To make a photograph is already the first artificial act.

The camera is a remarkable instrument. Saturate yourself with your subject, and the camera will all but take you by the hand and point the way.

Experience is mad when it steps beyond the horizons of our common, that is, our communal sense.

The more love you give in your day-to-day life, the greater the magnetic power of love you have in the field around you, and everything you want will fall at your feet.

Husband: a man who buys his football tickets four months in advance and waits until the day before his anniversary to buy his wife a gift.

I just don't like big guys who speak cryptically and act like they understand the language better than me.

I wrote 'White Teeth' in the late nineties. I didn't really feel trepidatious about it. It was a different time.