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.

“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see…”

“We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken.”

“I like being liked. Is that crazy?”

“But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promi…”