“I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.”

“But girls willing to share your bed don't equal girls willing to put up with your random crap moods, listen to your exhaustive legal opinions, or support your life's goals the way someone who loves you would.”

“What will you do with them?" "Redo them in charcoal, probably." "And then?" "Tack them to my bedroom wall." Bedroom wall? "Who wouldn't want to wake up to this?”

“As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.”

“I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who's had a hand in making her who she is.”

“Erin and I spent four hours shopping for dresses and shoes Tuesday night. She was going all out in her intention to make Chaz regret any decision he'd made that didn't include worshipping at her feet.”

“If someone had asked, "How does this compare to kissing Kennedy?" I would have answered, "Who?”