His eyes were that colour you can’t see in the rainbow. Indigo.

Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

He’d stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it anyway, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu.

Of course I can read”, he said. “Jesus Christ.””Well, then, what are you trying to tell me? That you don’t want to?” “No. I-” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his...

Even if you break with me and crush my heart, I’m never getting back together with Dawn. I know that the world isn’t flat now, I’m not going back.

Sei la ragazza più intelligente che abbia mai conosciuto, la più spiritosa, e mi stupisci in tutto quello che fai. Vorrei poterti dire che sono queste le ragioni per cui mi piaci, perché questo proverebbe...

When she and Wren divided up their clothes, Wren had taken anything that said “party at a boy’s place” or “leaving the house.” Cath had taken everything that said “up all night writing” or “it’s...

Her take is that I’m just a late bloomer – that I’m taking forever to ruin my life, she’s running out of patience.

I love you more than I hate everything else.

It wasn’t hard going to the gym, as long as he went as soon as he woke up, before he had time to think about not going. Those morning workouts made him feel like he...

I just want to know—are you rooting for me? Are you hoping I pull this off?”Cath’s eyes settled on his, tentatively, like they’d fly away if he moved.She nodded her head.The right side of his...

Not that kind of cheating,” Mags said. “More like…skipping ahead. If you like someone, you should have to make an effort. You should have to get to know the person–you should have to work for...

I’m genetically programmed to be a terrible person.

When I’m writing my own stuff, it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.

I don’t want to do anything. I don’t even want to start this day because then I’ll just be expected to finish it.

They still didn’t talk on the bus, but it had become a less confrontational silence. Almost friendly. (But not quite.)

You couldn’t not notice the bruise on the side of her face. Or the hickey under her chin.

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

What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half...

I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn’t hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see...

Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?

I can’t even go nine hours without seeing you.

I don’t know. That’s what’s wrong. Or part of what’s wrong. I feel like I’m sleepwalking.

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.

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.

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

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...

Looks like somebody’s got jungle fever.”That’s not even the right kind of racist.

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?

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.

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?

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.)

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.