“A boy admiring a pretty girl. A rare thing to be certain. But love—true love—is something else.”
“There are only two things: love, all sorts of love, with pretty girls, and the music of New Orleans or Duke Ellington. Everything else ought to go, because everything else is ugly. ”
“Not that she didn't love almost every boy she'd ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn't totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the way only a boy who was completely in love with her could. The rare sort of love. True love. The kind of love she'd never had.”
“True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning.”
“Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anybody knew this to be true it was him.”
“True sorrow is as rare as true love.”