I might not have a boyfriend, but I have cupcakes, an those tasty bastards haven’t let me down yet.

I want to ruin you Freda, in the best way possible.

It feels like nobody in the history of the world has loved another person as much as I love you. I love you so much it hurts. You make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me burn.

Eggs: Could go to my grave quite happily without ever seeing another one.

There was no way I would pair up with this guy—the epitome of a privileged and entitled beefcake. He was everything I loathed rolled up into a tight, luscious, muscular, heady, and quixotically alluring package. My social phobias aside, I needed alone time with Ronan like a car needed a swim in the ocean.

If that's true why did it jump into the swamp?" Alex asks. "No normal horse would do that. Jump into a lake for a swim maybe, but not a swamp, unless it was a suicidal horse.

What was it about my obsession with romance that always made me feel embarrassed? Like it was a silly, girlish thing to obsess about. In reality, it was what we all wanted, right?

I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list

The more the merrier, that’s what I always say. Except if it’s an orgy; you’ve got to be picky in matter of group sex.

To be a muse is to be a wonder in someone else's eyes, flaws and all.