In some cases, she was actively trying not to make friends, though she usually stopped short of being rude. (Uptight, tense, and mildly misanthropic? Yes. Rude? No.)

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

So, what if, instead of thinking about solving you whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)

You're a kaleidoscope, you change every time I look away.

Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination

Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.

Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

You don’t have to be the kind of beautiful that everyone can agree on. If the right person finds you beautiful, you win. You win forever.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Did my good deed for the day. Still not close to heaven, but it's something.

We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.

I do not actually see how art, literature can be anything other that being in that domain of trying to tell us, trying to get us to see what is important in our lives.

Your resolve is unquestionable. Your character undeniable. Your history unparalleled. You've inspired us, all the way. You will again today.

Temptations are a file which rub off much of the rust of our self-confidence.

To be consistent in achieving inner peace, we must perceive a world where everyone is innocent.

You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist." She snarled. Heh.

... if a man really and truly believed that black was white, you might advise him to see an oculist, but you mustn't call him a liar.

Americans just don't know what being a movie star's all about.

Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.