It always seemed ridiculous to me that people would want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.

“When was the last good kiss you had?”

“He missed her like crazycakes.”

“And he missed her all over his body. He missed her like crazycakes. But he felt…”

“the world wasn't made for us, we were made for the world”