Quotes from Rachel Cohn

I know how to handle animals taking unauthorized expeditions.

Fresca, or Diet Rite?" I asked. "I'll have a Fanta," she said.

I miss him a lot. And we text and talk all the time, so he never feels that far. But I'm also happy to have some distance, to feel that I'm becoming myself without having to worry if the relationship is exerting too much influence. It's good to have each other, but you also need to have your own people, your own experiences.

I may have a potty mouth, but I do not get caught in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fuck's sake. I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fucking way! Yet here I am. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be. What spell has this boy cast on me? I

Langston has been in love. Twice. His first big romance ended so badly that he had to leave

Just because a person is beautiful doesn't mean there's no soul beneath. Doesn

I don't see what's so "romantic" about spending a week in a tropical paradise with your spouse whom you've already seen almost every day for the past quarter century.

Because I don't want to," I said. "Not because of the way she is now—I know that's not what she's like. There was no way it was going to be as easy as the notebook. I get that now.

It was Chaos on Glitter Ice. A massacre of librarians.

I felt a sense of longing for him such as I've never experienced in my lifetime for any person, or even for any pet.

As if her language is not enough indication, there is also the matter of her Hot Topic mallrat outfit: short black leather skirt with buckles up the side, mass-produced "vintage" Ramones T-shirt, and piss-yellow leggings with some horrible pair of pink patent-leather shoes.

the love I felt for him was huge and real, and, while painful, it forever changed me as a person

Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? But realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by.

I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just take a nice silly walk in Central Park with.

I'd always hoped but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it had happened. The notebook had made it so.

I hope I never love someone so much that they could hurt me

What do I want for Christmas?" He looked thoughtful for a second, then said, "World peace?" "Not helpful!

I hope that global warming will go away. I hope that people won't be homeless. I hope that suffering will not exist. I want to believe that my hope is not in vain.

I don't think we should ever try to meet again; there's such freedom in that. Instead, let our words continue to meet. (See next postcard.)

You can tell a lot about a person from the pages he or she chooses to journal on—I was strictly a college-ruled man myself, having no talent for illustration and a microscopic scrawl that made wide-ruled seem roomy.

You don't know who Nicholas Sparks is?" Dash asked. I shook my head. "Please don't ever find out," he said.

The pill's bittersweet chaser is not that they can't love you back the same way. It's that they won't. They won't open their minds to the possibility. They won't expand their expectations of romantic love past their own predetermined boundaries—gender, age, [insert innumerable other unfair, random reasons here].

I could always find peace in books." "And escape?" "Escape, sure. But it wasn't so much about getting away, as going to. You can go anywhere in a book. Books are adventure. Knowledge. Possibility. Magic.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, they sang.