I always hated guys who were so damn wrapped up in themselves they thought they could do no wrong.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “Turns out I’m one of them.

I’ve had pedicures before, and I’ve had milk shakes. Just never at the same time. And it’s glorious.

I think if we ignore that night, that kiss, then we’re both denying a part of who we are.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Matt?” “Hmm?” “Kiss me.” He leaned in and rested his forehead against hers. “Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.

I don’t know, ” she said quietly. “A guy in a pair of ripped jeans who takes off his shirt because he’s all sweaty is kind of hot.

Trust Me. I know what I want and it’s right in front of me.

The only thing standing between her and her beautiful new home was her own silly insecurity and Matt Reed.

Trust me. I know what I want, and it’s right in front of me.” Her eyes went wide as she softly gasped. And then he pressed against her fully and kissed her.

I can be patient, Vivienne, and I believe you’re worth waiting for.

He knew the saying was “the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, ” he was kind of counting on it working the other way around.

A wholesome mother knows the software to delete, download, upgrade and upload for the best results.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

The pimple is perfect.

I've always spent more time with a smile on my face than not, but the thing is, I don't write about it.

Originality is unexplored territory. You get there by carrying a canoe - you can't take a taxi.

Ther is no newe gyse that it nas old.

The world is so competitive, aggressive, consumive, selfish and during the time we spend here we must be all but that.

Nothing the writer can do is ever enough.

Electricity comes from other planets.

As long as I stay true to what I believe is a good movie and what is my vision, that's all I can do.