I love to sleep. I'm an excellent, excellent sleeper.

Look, I'm not going to have sex with him just so he'll say that he loves me, you know?"

...That isn't why I was planning to have sex with Rob - to hear the words, I mean. I just wanted to get it over with. I think. Actually, I'm not sure why it seemed so important.

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.

And you can't love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.