Funny You Should Ask

It’s almost like I’m coming home. Not to a place, necessarily, but to a feeling. To a possibility of more. And that completely and utterly terrifies me.

But when you're focused on feeding something that can never truly be satiated, you miss what you're actually hungry for.

You’ve read them,” I say instead. “I thought we’d established that I’ve read everything you’ve written.” It’s one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me.

I didn’t think it was possible for so many words to come out of somebody’s mouth that quickly,” he said. “And I auditioned for Gilmore Girls.

Relationships are like countries. Friendships, families, marriages. Any deep, meaningful relationship tends to form its own customs. Its own language.

there is nothing just about you.

If there’s one sin that I’d like Hollywood to atone for, it isn’t bolstering the belief in love at first sight or having one true soulmate. It’s in convincing me that the kinds of friendships I saw on the screen were possible in real life. You know the types of friendships I’m talking about. The secret-handshake kind of friendship. The watching-movies-snuggled-under-a-blanket, shared-pint-of-ice-cream kind of friendship. The talk-on-the-phone-for-hours-after-already-spending-the-day-together kind of friendship. The unconditional-love, endless-well-of-support, mutual-kinship kind of friendship. I’m pretty sure those types of friendships are completely manufactured by Hollywood. Because if those friendships really exist, I’ve never been part of one.

Consumers are fickle—they crave something new, but not that kind of new. They want to be challenged but comforted at the same time. They desire fresh takes, but only in a form that's familiar to them. That's to say, audiences will accept something different as long as it feels the same.

It's feeling like every day is the perfect day even if the whole day isn't perfect but finding the moments that are.

He laughed. It was a great laugh, all low and dark and rich. If chocolate cake had a laugh, it would be like that.

You go to rage first,” she’s told me. “It’s your safe place when emotions are high.

But he's real. And he's spectacular.

The town is decorated in nostalgia.

You can worship someone you don’t know, but you can’t love them.

It's like high school, but better—that sweet, hot anticipation of kissing, kissing like you're the first people in the world to discover it, like there's no possible way other people are doing it like this, because if they were how in the hell would anyone ever get anything done.

All marriage, just like all countries, have conflict. Sometimes patriotism is strong enough to overcome it - weighing what is shared against what could be lost - but sometimes the conflict highlights that the country itself was founded on unsteady ground

I think about how it felt when I came back from New York. How I expected L.A. to feel like home again, but it didn't. How a part of me has been chasing that feeling without really knowing what I'm looking for.

Are you?” he asks. “Happy?” I lift a shoulder. “I could be happier, I guess. Couldn’t we all?” He reaches a hand out, his fingers sliding through my hair, thumb brushing against my temple. I shiver. Not from the cold. “I could make you happy,” he says. I swallow. Hard. “Yeah?” I ask. “Yeah,” he says. “Show me,” I say.

I’ll text it to you when I find it,” he said. Wordlessly, I dug my phone out of my bag and handed it to him, extremely grateful I’d remembered to remove his photo from my lock screen.

I love your clever mind. I love your hair and you butt. I love how fucking brilliant you are, how bold and how brave. I love that Teddy loves you. And I'm pretty sure that my family loves you too. I love your ideas, your stories. And mostly I love your very big eyes and your very smart mouth.

I refocus, and try to forget the melted-ice-cream kind of love that is now gone. That sometimes feels like it never really existed.

It’s weird, isn’t it? He asked softly when someone thinks they know you

You can worship someone you don’t know but you can’t live them

But when you're focused on feeding some-thing that can never truly be satiated, you miss what you're actually hungry for.

You saucy Jewish siren—you got him on his feet.

You're better than any romance hero I've ever read (or written). Because you're real. And you're spectacular. I love you.

Thank you to my parents for taking me to the library whenever I needed to refresh my stacks of paperback romances.

According to her the vibes in here are very destructive to my well-being. I’m pretty sure the only thing in my apartment that’s destructive to my well-being is me.

The passage of time suddenly feels real and oppressive

I read books. Lots of books, You should see the books. I could send them to you. All of them. I could fill your whole house with books. I could buy you all the books. You'd be like that princess with the library and all the books." pg. 296