It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same. — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
The complexity embedded in the different levels of meaning that go along with the words "I love you" ought to be a… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
What I’m sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I’m sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
That’s what I like about sports. No matter if everyone playing the game speaks completely different languages, on the field, or the… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“You mean I'm not lazy? No bitch, I mean you intimidate guys with a look or a comment before they can even decide if… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“Someone should pay for their sins. I'll show you Awful, humans. I can't even see what I'm doing. All I know is rage, and… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
[S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I’m making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“In some ways, I think I'll never be over him', Langston said. 'That is such an unsatisfied answer' 'That's because you're interpreting it the… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present” — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“The reward is in the risk. I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire. I… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
“Well, well, well,” Santa said once the elf had retreated. “Come and sit on my lap, little boy.” This Santa’s beard was real, and… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image