You don’t care what anyone thinks about you,’ he said.‘That’s crazy,’ she said. ‘I care what everyone thinks about me.’‘I can’t tell,’ he said. ‘You just seem like yourself, no matter what’s happening around you. My grandmother would say you’re comfortable in your own skin.
How many people make a career out of writing anyway?’ Cath snapped. She felt like everything inside her was snapping. Her nerves. Her temper. Her esophagus. ‘I’ll write because I love it, the way other people knit or . . . or scrapbook. And I’ll find some other way to make money.
It’s the noblest, like, the most courageous thing two people can shoot for.
That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me
What did he have to mope about, really? What more did he want?…Love. Purpose. Those are the things that you can’t plan for. Those are the things that just happen. And what if they don’t happen? Do you spend your whole life pining for them? Waiting to be happy?
Looks like somebody’s got jungle fever.”That’s not even the right kind of racist.
You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you’ll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away.Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.
To really be a nerd, she’d decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.
All I do when we’re apart is think about you, and all I when we’re together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you...
You kissed him, right? The only question is, do you want to kiss him again?
I dare you to call Ask-A-Nurse and tell them you feel a presence in your womb region.
They slow your brain down,” he said, clutching an orange bottle of pills. “They iron out all the wrinkles…Maybe all the bad stuff happens in the wrinkles, but all the good stuff does, too…”They break your brain like a horse, so it takes all your orders. I need a break that can break away, you...
But I don’t want to write my own fiction,’ Cath said, as emphatically as she could. ‘I don’t want to write my own characters or my own worlds — I don’t care about them. . . . I’d rather pour myself into a world I love and understand than try to make something up out...
Every woman wants a man who’ll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.
And there wasn’t anything he wanted to do that he couldn’t make time for. What did he have to mope about, really? What more did he want? Love, he could hear Eve saying. Purpose. Love. Purpose. Those are the things that you can’t plan for. Those are the things that just happen. And what if...
All the men’s clothes she wore just called attention to how much of a girl she was.
I don’t like you, Park. I think I live for you. I don’t think I even breathe when we’re not together. Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it’s been like sixty hours since I’ve taken a breath. That’s probably why I’m so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do...
How could it be possible that there were that many nerve endings all in one place?
Cath couldn’t control whether she saw Levi on campus. But she could worry about it, and as long as she was worrying about it, it probably wasn’t going to happen. Like some sort of anxiety vaccine. Like watching a pot to make sure it never boiled.
When Eleanor was a little girl, she’d thought her mom looked like a queen, like the star of some fairy tale.Not a princess – princesses are just pretty. Eleanor’s mother was beautiful. She was tall and stately, with broad shoulders and an elegant waist. All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people’s. Like...
You don’t get to choose,” Lincoln said. “It’s just happening.
Aquella tarde, en clase de Historia, Eleanor reparó en que Park mordisqueaba el lápiz para concentrarse. Y en que la chica que tenía detrás (cómo se llama, Kim, la de las tetas grandes y la bolsa Espirit de color naranja) estaba enamorada de él.
Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.
He had never looked at me before, never, and the idea made my skin burn.