Just imagine! In the early nineteenth century, this cathedral was in such a state of disrepair that the city considered tearing it down. Luckily for us, Victor Hugo heard about the plans to destroy it...

Har. Bloody. Har.

Confidence, darling.” He leans across the table and touches a finger to my cheek. “You could learn something from me, you know.

To: Anna Oliphant From: Étienne St. Clair Subject: So . . . Does that mean I can call you now?

STOP FLIRTING AND GET BACK TO WORK.

My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.

I’m saying I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

Because that’s the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into...

—En París, es común reconocer a alguien atractivo. El francés no desvía la mirada como otras culturas lo hacen. ,No te habías dado cuenta? St. Clair piensa que soy atractiva. Me llamó hermosa.—Créeme, no quieres...

I’m sorry,” he says.”What? Why?””You’re fixing everything I set down.” He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. “It wasn’t polite of me to come in and start touching your things.””Oh, it’s okay,”...

The directness of her question throws me. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities…to get together with someone. And we’ve both screwed up so many times”- my voice grows quiet...

A moment of reserve. “That was it? The whole story?””Yes. God, you’re right. That was pants.”I sidestep another aggressive couscous vendor. “Pants?””Rubbish. Crap. Shite.”Pants. Oh heavens, that’s cute.

I don’t know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.

He closes his eyes.Our lips brush lightly.”If you ask me to kiss you , I will,” he says.His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.”Kiss me,” I say.He does.

I look at you, and I think about you, and … I don’t know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.

He’s so close, yet so far away.” – Anna

You’ve crafted this bored veneer, but you’re always giving yourself away in moments like that. In the moments that really matter.

St. Clair clears his throat. ‘My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I’d ask you all to join us, but I don’t want you there.

The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.

Crushes are so awful. I wonder if they suck worse for the crush-er or the crush-ee. I consider my three years of watching Josh from afar. Yeah, definitely the crush-er.

I’ve always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action […]

Sólo hay una cosa que no me gusta de él. Ella.

Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can’t say it aloud, because he’s my friend. And friends don’t let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day

I just can’t fathom why anyone would stand on a ledge when there’s a respectable amount of walking space right next to it.

I wish he would look at me the way he looks at his subjects. Because then he’d see there’s more to me than shy, just like I see there’s more to him than slacker

Closed. Plenty of time to see it later, remember?” He leads me into the courtyard, and I take the opportunity to admire his backside. Callipygian. There is something better than Notre-Dame.

I’m just as big a fool as the rest of them.

Girl scouts didn’t teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

A blank canvas…has unlimited possibilities.

Andy once clipped a magazine article about how black dogs are always the last to be adopted at shelters and, therefore, more likely to be put down. Which is totally Dog Racism, if you ask...

It’s become impossible to deny he means something to me.

Fo’. Shiz.

I’ve always felt lucky to live someplace where snow is rare, you know? It’s rareness that makes it so speacial.

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

I said you were beautiful. I slept in your bed!

Imagine,” she said, after registering, “a whole city of gorgeous Italian guys. They can say anything to me, and it’ll be sexy.” “You’ll be so easy,” Rashmi said. “Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti?...