“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of her right mind must be in want of a decent man.”

“So, who is it?" Stella is persisting, somewhat suspiciously. "What's his name?"But if I don't tell her the truth, what do I say? My mind draws a blank. I don't want to lie to her- "um..." walking back to the bedroom, I notice the postcard Spike chose for me resting on my top of my dresser. I haven't written that one yet. Absently I pick it up and turn it over. On the back is written "Matthew Macfadyen as Fitzwilliam Darcy." "Fitzwilliam," I blurt. "No, what's his first name?" she asks. "That is his first name.”

“...when you decide you want to be with someone forever, you want forever to start right now.”

“If you want a man who's commited, go look in a mental hospital.”

“She watched him in the glow of the lamplight, his broad shoulders hunched over the piano, his hair flopping over his face, and knew she couldn't fight her feelings for him any longer. Denying him wasn't going to make them go away. And looking at him right at this moment, she didn't want them to.”

“I never know what I’m going to want to curl up in bed with.” I shrug.“How about a man?” she retorts.”

“Being single isn't a terminal disease.""Try telling that to my mother.”