My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

Maybe I’m some sort of perverted cartoon-sexual.

I didn’t plan it,” she said. “I hoped that we would both just know when it was time… That we’d have one of those moments. Like in the movies, foreign movies, when something small happens,...

He didn’t laugh when he thought something was funny–he laughed when he was happy.

I want to be near the ocean, Lincoln, the ocean! I want to feel the tides. And i want mountains, too, at least one mountain. Is that too much to ask? And trees. Not a...

There’s only one of him, she thought, and he’s right here.He knows I’ll like a song before I’ve heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There’s a place on his...

Don’t make me angry-kiss you.

Because all her feelings for him – hot and beautiful in her heart – turned to gobbledygook in her mouth.

I’m interested. It’s like you’ve got all these weird barriers set up, like you only want me to have access to this tiny part of you…

Levi was smiling. He kicked her chair again.

Why do I write?To be somewhere elseTo get free of ourselvesTo stopTo stop being anything or anywhere at allTo disappear

Cath shook her head. “Now is all you get,” she spat out, wishing she could make more sense. Wishing for more words, or better ones. “Now is all you ever get.

And in those moments, Park thought about pulling back from her.”Not breaking up with her. That phrase didn’t even seem to apply here. Just . . . erasing away. Recovering the six inches between them

Why did you tell me it was just a kiss?” she asked, waiting for her voice to break. “I don’t even care about that other girl. I mean, I do, but not as much. Why...

Kids took a fathomless amount of time and energy…And they took it first. They had right of first refusal on everything you had to offer. p220

If they’d given her a proper time machine, she probably would have used it to cuddle with him. Let somebody else kill Hitler.

She started dialing his cell, then hung up and tried the landline — maybe Margaret was a better bet to pick up; their parents’ generation still felt morally obligated to answer phones.

Can’t you just like a girl who likes you back?”None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

I’m sorry about yesterday,” she said.He hung on to his straps and shrugged. “Yesterday happens.

Sometimes she wondered if the shape of his eyes affected how he saw things. That was probably the most racist question of all time.

I don’t care if they are reading our mail. Bring it on, Tron! I dare you. Try to take away my freedom of expression. I’m a journalist. A free-speech warrior. I serve in the Army...

I am the sun… And the air…

You don’t have any friends, your sister dumped you, you’re a freak eater..and you’ve got some weird thing about Simon Snow.””I object to every single thing you just said.”Reagan chewed. And frowned. She was wearing...

Eleanor let his words hit her full on.

To have and hold. Not forever, maybe-not forever, for sure-and not figuratively. But literally. And now. Now, he was hers.

The ultimate act of heroism shouldn’t be death.

Hello smart girl. Would you like to talk to me about Great Expectations?

Why would you want to act, anyway?” was Seth’s take on the subject. “Stand there and say other people’s words, let everybody else tell you what to do… Actors are just beautiful puppets.

(Or maybe she was just more afraid of being like everyone else.)

A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.

I can’t help but think,’ Park would say during taekwando. ‘I can’t turn off my brain.

If Levi were a dog, he’d be a golden retriever. If he were a game, he’d be a Ping-Pong, incessant and bouncing and light.

Cath wanted to go back and rewrite every scene she’d ever written about Baz or Simon’s chests. She’d written them flat and sharp and hard. Levi was all soft motion and breath, curves and warm...

I didn’t know love could leave the lights on all the time.

Her heart leapt out to him before she could stop it.

Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn’t have time to die of ecstasy...

He liked being near that, that kind of brave and crazy.

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I didn’t know someone could love me like this,” she said. “Could love me and love me and love me without…needing space.”Lincoln wasn’t asleep. He rolled on top of her.”There’s no air in space,” he...

I don’t like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I’ve never heard a phone ring before and I don’t know what’s supposed to happen next. Hello?

He stood for twenty minutes in the bedding aisle at Target, trying to choose a manly sheet set, then picked the ones with a violet pattern, because he liked violets and who else was ever...

You are very kind,” he said. “Very wrong, but very kind.

The ultimate act of heroism shouldn’t be death. You’re always saying you want to give Baz the stories he deserves… So you’re going to kill him off? Isn’t the best revenge supposed to be a...

The snow came up to the top of Georgie’s calves – she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing…God, she’d never even been able to imagine...

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don’t actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn’t the object?

Magic fucking phone.

She was pretty sure Seth had practiced all his facial expressions and gestures in front of a mirror, and worked out which ones made him look like a cross between an Abercrombie model and a...

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they’re like dog months.