“She shrugs."Men""Men.""If we can send one man to the moon, why can't we send them all there?”

“This man, this impostor of a man, can kill my body but he can't touch my soul.”

“Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.”

“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.”

“We can take this “we belong together” thing slow”

“I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?”

“We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.”