She doesn’t like puzzles.” Finally, Mallory turned to me, his eyes alight. “I want to be with a woman who likes puzzles.

He was born from alchemy, created by twisting storm clouds and rays of sunshine together.

Math came easily to him like girls to Adam Levine.

He was from a fantasy where fairies and pixies danced through the woods and slept in dewy beds of twigs and petals. He was a creature unlike anything poets or philosophers could conjure up. He was born from alchemy, created by twisting storm clouds and rays of sunshine together.

He was an angel. He was better than an angel – he was an archangel. He was a saint. He was going to get so much karma for this. Buddha was going to love him.

Do you know how to peel potatoes?” he asked. “I’m a bad cook, not a moron.” He.

That was the strange thing about misery: it loved company.

Love was so easy to see on other people and so difficult to see on yourself.

Love takes all precedence over fear. Nothing great was ever gained from not taking chances.

It helps sometimes to think out loud when it comes to love and matters of the heart.