“Madeline decides Jonathan is an immature, selfish asshole and that she is never talking to him again.”

“C. On that cloudless Saturday morning, Madeline wakes up and sees Jonathan lying beside her, then decides that she’s probably going to end up loving him forever.”

“Jack: Well, I've never been to New York, but I hear it's for assholes. Odile: It's not.Jack: Well, that's what I heard. Cool people don't live there anymore, They all live here. In Chicago.”

“We’re adults,” he says quickly. “I’m only here to work. I won’t bother you or anything.”“Fine,” she says. “Great.”“Great,” he repeats.“We’re too good of work friends anyways.”“We are?”“I mean, we’re probably too much alike,” she says.“Yeah, it would be too weird. If things didn’t work out.”“These things never work out,” she says.“Exactly,” he says.“Exactly.”“Right,” he adds. “Exactly.”“And who needs all the weirdness?”

“As the liquid paper’s fumes quell his brain activity, Jack finds himself staring ather again and what he thinks is this: Wow.”

“The only thing all men have in common with one another is their inherent capacity to make mistakes. But there is wonder in the attempt, knowing we are all destined to fall short, but forgoing reason and fear time and time again so deliberately.”

“When she cries, it is quiet, tearless, almost completely imperceptible: one more unheard prayer.”