“I used to consider myself as a hopeless romantic, but now I realise I am suitable for the nuthouse.”

“It was about time you noticed that love grows only in your head. Imagine you could have spent your whole life thinking you are special to someone who doesn't even know you exist. It's time. It's time for your love lobotomy. And get rid of that dream of yours about being the main character in love fairytales. You're not.”

“I used to be a hopeless romantic. Now I'm just hopeless.”

“I am a hopeless romantic. A silly, ridiculous, foolish romantic. I live in a fantasy land. I need to get real. And now, for the first time, I want to get real. I want a real relationship with a real man in the real world–-with all the real problems, faults, and whatever comes with it.”

“I am breathless, hopeless, and consumed. I now know that I am between balloons.”

“To tell you the truth, I used to consider it a disgrace to be found ignorant by other people. But now, I find that I am not ashamed of knowing less than others, and I'm less inclined to force myself to read books. In short, I have grown old and decrepit.”

“I am not a dark person and I don't consider myself dark.”