His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.

You think I’m cute?” He said thinkly, pulling on her hand.She was glad he couldn’t see her face. “I think you’re…”Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods...

When I wake up on Sunday Mornings – late, you always let me sleep in – I come looking for you, and you’re in the backyard with dirt on your knees and two little girls...

If he were to look up at her now, he’d know exactly how stupid she was. She couldfeel her face go soft and gummy. If Park were to look up at her now, he’d know...

Make that: no one I ever wanted to kiss wanted to kiss a fat girl.

It made her want to have his babies and give him both her kidneys.

Siempre. Ese es el máximo tipo de roto. El tipo de daño del cual nunca te recuperas.

I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.

Only whack jobs apply for the night shift

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....

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...

Eleanor hated it when her mom acted like that. Relentlessly submissive. It was humiliatng to be in the same room.

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...

I know the world is flat now, I’m not going back.

What would it be like to hold a different girl?

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...

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....

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.

He sat up. He smiled. Something heavy and winged took off from his chest.Eleanor hadn’t written him a letter, it was a postcard.Just three words long.

Don’t pigeonhole me, Georgie. I’m infinite.

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...

He’s mad at me.””For what?””For not being like him.”Eleanor looked dubious. “Has he been mad at you for the last sixteen years?””Basically.

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. ....

Eleanor should never have told them about Park’s house, but she’d been dying to tell somebody. (This was how people ended up in jail after committing the perfect crime.)

Every woman wants a man who’ll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.

Sometimes, it seemed like she was trying to hide everything that was pretty about her. Like she wanted to look ugly.

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....

Hey, mister, I don’t think so. You go outside and yell at sky, you so angry.

All the men’s clothes she wore just called attention to how much of a girl she was.

He turned around, suddenly concerned. “Are you pregnant? Are you gay? I’d rather you were gay than pregnant. Unless you’re pregnant. Then we’ll deal. Whatever it is, we’ll deal. Are you pregnant?

Don’t bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It’s disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.

I love you. I love you both so much.””To the moon and back?” Alice asked.”Oh my God,” Georgie said, “so much farther.

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...

,Cómo era posible que hubiera tantas terminaciones nerviosas en tan poca piel?,Estaban siempre ahí o se activaban a su antojo?Porque, si estaban siempre ahí, ,cómo era posible girar un picaporte sin desmayarse?

He’d thought he was over caring what people thought about him. He’d thought that loving Eleanor proved that. But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself.

That’s different,” Levi smiled at her warmly. “Ypu don’t rock that Little Red Riding Hood vibe. You’re scary.” Reagan grinned like the Big Bad Wolf.

I’m sorry Penelope.” “Don’t waste my time with sorries,Simon.If we stop to apologize and forgive each other every time we step on each other’s toes,we’ll never have time to be friends.

Think about it Cath. That’s what makes a god—or a mother. There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.

How could it be possible that there were that many nerve endings all in one place?

It’s a chance to wake up new.

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...

The first time he’d held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

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...

I’m fine,” [her dad] said gently. “Back on the horse, Cath.”What’s the horse?’ she sighed, watching him pull on a South High hoodie. ‘Jogging? Working too much?”Living,’ he said, a little too loud. ‘Life’s the...

And he’d expected her to feel like heaven, plus nirvana, plus that scene in Willy Wonka where Charlie starts to fly.