“I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.”

“I loved all the parts of him, even the ones I didn't understand.”

“I knew that the deepest of tragedies was simple: to love, and not to be loved in return.”

“I drove in last night,' he said. 'I couldn't sleep, it was too hot. So I went outside. I was feeling melancholy. Then I danced with a beautiful girl, and I felt better. What's your story?”

“It had never occurred to me that I could do something without permission. 'May I' was a way of life for a girl like me.”

“Faith seems to grab people and not let go, but hope is a double-crosser. It can beat it on you anytime; it's your job to dig in your heels and hang on. Must be nice to have hope in your pocket, like loose change you could jingle through your fingers.”

“I understood the word 'swoon'. It felt that way, like 'sweep' and 'moon' and 'woo', all those words smashed together in one word that stood for that feeling, right then.”