No", she said, "I know that you don't like me.""You don't know anything.

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.

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

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

I don't want to do anything. I don't even want to start this day because then I'll just be expected to finish it.

Emergency dance party--go away.

I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?

You flirt with everything." She could tell that her eyes were popping-- her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. "You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

She was tired of being the one who cried.

Oh my love, you are my life boat in the ocean of my life.

Some memories aren’t meant to go down smoothly

Beware of surrender that is motivated by personal benefits that may result.

I believe in being a happy conservative: that you're happy because your policies will give people greater freedom, greater independence. But you have to explain why your policy makes life better.

I'm a positive guy, even if I don't smile a lot.

The very definition of 'beauty' is outside.

Crested Butte is for spectators; Chamonix is for participants.

That knowledge has become the resource, rather than a resource, is what makes our society "post-capitalist.

Tennis is for me joy, nothing less than that.

Your love is better than chocolate. Better than anything else that I've tried.