“A bad boy can be very good for a girl.”

“No one was ever good enough for anybody's precious sons. No one ever called daughters precious, and why was that? Things had not changed very much. In the end women like Emily and Ingrid and Freya and Joanna only had one another to lean on. The men were wonderful when they were around, but their fires burned too bright, they lived too close to the sun - look what happened to her boy, and to her man. Gone. Women only had one another in the end.”

“Wait--we have one left," the runner said, bringing out what was surely the most expensive bouquet of all: a three-foot tall arrangement of two hundred white roses, in the palest ivory color. All the girls swooned. Almost no boys bought white roses ever. It was a big sign of commitment. But this one practically trumpeted a captured heart.The runner set the bouquet in front of Schuyler.Mimi raised an eyebrow. She had always won the roses lottery. What was this all about?For me?" Schuyler asked, awestruck by the size of the thing.She took the card from the tallest stem.For Schuyler, who doesn't like love stories." It was not signed.”

“Tell me, are you still hung up on that boy?' 'Excuse me?' Schuyler asked, holding a test tube. 'Nothing.' Kingsley shrugged innocently. 'If that's how you like to play it.”

“It's always good to be underestimated.”

“It was time to say good-bye.I love you.Always, Jack sent. Always and forever.”

“It is good to be busy. Being busy takes our mind off being in love at the wrong time, in the wrong place and with the wrong guy.”