So I said, "I'll miss you. You are the truest friend I've ever had."I could see that my words were a knife in his gut. Yet, it seemed kinder than the alternative, for him to know I love him, but that I'm leaving anyway.

Money sure does fix things, doesn't it? Except for things that can't be fixed.Like broken hearts.

I try not to. I mean, you shouldn't miss people who don't miss you, right?

I glances at Sloane, who was having a joyous reunion with fifty close friends she hadn`t seen since yesterday.

I’m a girl. Every girl pretends she’s a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like that. And I like the idea of ‘happily ever after.

i want to go back to bed. but i don't just want to go back to bed.

Will, you look like hell!" I yelled through the glass door."I can't say how you look," he said. "But if you look like you sound, you look like a jerk. Please help me.

By the time Vizzini fell over, dead, I'd finished my popcorn and put the bag down. I wanted some more. It seemed like the beast was always hungry. I wondered, if I was transformed back, would I be fat?

A girl always pretends to be a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like one.