Emily 'Jacks' Jackson

— Because he's smart and sweet and decent and I don't want to hurt him. So I keep hoping that I'll grow into it. That maybe one day I'll wake up and I'll feel...
— What?
— In love! You know, dizzy and feverish and nauseous...
— That's not love, Jacks. That's the flu.

Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. To give to somebody. Without worrying whether they'll give anything back. Or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn't something that happens to you. Maybe it's something you have to choose.

Love isn't always a lightning bolt, you know? Maybe sometimes it's just a choice.

— You're never going to find anyone with that attitude.
— What attitude? I'm just being realistic.
— If you're realistic, then I'm the Queen of England.
— Hey! I'm the Queen of England!
— Hello, your Majesty!

— I was just up most of the night thinking...
— About?
— Oh, love and other disasters.

I think people shouldn't bite the hand that feeds them.

— Where do you think you're going?
— I just remembered. I need a pedicure.
— Talullah. I think just this once, you should paint your own toenails.
— Don't be ridiculous! I need a lot more incentive to bend over that far.