“I don’t particularly want Kay to be a good person. I’m perfectly comfortable thinking about her as the wicked witch”

“And,” Kay adds as her final touch, “Christian Prescott is my boyfriend.”I dislike her already.”

“I can't stop thinking about how much better she'd be for him than I am.But I also kind of want to tear her hair out.”

“We could go back to the way things were before, him accusing me of stuff and me pretending like I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about.Right.I’m not that good a liar, even when I’m lying to myself.”

“I’m not an angel. I don’t live in heaven or play a golden harp or have heart-to-heart conversations with the Almighty.”

“If this is foolish, I don’t want to be wise.”

“Oh right. What about Wendy?" I ask "What about her?" "It's her birthday, too. I'm the worst friend ever. I should have sent her something. Did you exchange gifts?" "Not yet." He turns toward me. "But she gave me the perfect gift." The way he's looking at me sends butterflies into my stomach. "What?" "You.”