“Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.”

“Shut up…let me tell you, LET ME. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough…I don’t even think about women anymore. I think about you.”

“Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame.”

“You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.”

“I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don’t tell me to leave.”

“Physical love is unthinkable without violence.”

“A girl can still admire, can’t she? Even those who can’t afford to go in the store can still window-shop. Right? Knowing he wasn’t for me didn’t mean I couldn’t covet the merchandise.”

“What are you doing?”“Kneeling before a goddess.”“I’m not a goddess.”“You are. A goddess, a princess, a queen. As a soldier, I pledge myself to your service. As a prince, I grant you any boon within my power. As a man, I ask to sit at your feet and worship you. Ask me to do anything for you and I will do it.”

“It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.”

“It’s so much easier to convince yourself you’re madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.”

“I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.”

“Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.”

“Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.”

“When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, “What was it that you wanted and why didn’t you fight for it?”

“But love, I’ve come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.”