I couldn’t exactly blame Jane Austen for being a romantic. What the hell else was there to do back then for fun?

Not that anyone really knows what one is. And yet, people still find each other. It’s a freaking miracle, when you think about it.

You can’t tell who you’re going to end up with. You might spend your whole life dreaming about one type of person, only to find happiness with somebody completely different.

It’s refreshing to see you using your psychology skills for evil as well as for good.

I couldn’t help daydreaming that I was Elizabeth and Gabe was Mr. Darcy. fighting against his blossoming feelings for me. Discovering that his passion was beyond his control and finding me more and more desirable each time we met.

Lord love you,” Ms. Eulalie said, “but you tell lies like Ms. Franny sings: hard to listen to and even harder to believe.

So I wonder if true love is more subtle. If it sneaks up or stands there next to you, and you don’t recognize that it’s true love until you turn and look at tis thing that’s been right there with you all along, and you realize that you never want to be without it.

You know, if you’re going to stalk someone, you should be less obvious. For starters, try not to standing in the middle of a field, gawking at your prey.

I tensed up like someone had just given me a surprise rectal exam.

So I've made up with Mar. I've made up with Señor Shitslacks. I'd even forged a shaky truce with Amanda. The only person I still needed to deal with was Johnny Mercer. Oh yeah, I had to kill Gabe Walker, too, but there was plenty of time for that.