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.

Will you read this? I think maybe it sucks. Or maybe it’s awesome. It’s probably awesome. Tell me it’s awesome, okay? Unless it sucks.” — Nick

I want someone whose heart is big enough to hold me.

Every time, he breaks your hearts. And every time, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

I’m extra-good at wanting things. I want things until I feel sort of sick about them. I want enough for two normal people, at least.

She kept forcing herself to remember the entire conversation, playing it back and playing it back, all the way through, forcing a finger down her memory’s throat.

October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O...

You’re not a book person. And now you’re not an internet person? What does that leave you?

Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

I always knew he was selfish and self-indulgent and kind of lazy; those are practically prerequisites for playing lead guitar.

He was probably being so quiet because he was trying not to say it out loud.

They were almost never alone, and now that they almost-practically were, he felt kind of frantic for her attention.

There should be a word for a laugh that ends as soon as it starts. A laugh that’s more a syllable of surprise and acknowledgment than it is anything else.

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...

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

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...

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.

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.

I’m genetically programmed to be a terrible person.

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.

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....