Do you feel like he ignores you?" "No. I feel like he doesn't see me.

Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.

I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.

Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.

It’s not my job to want you or not want you. It’s not my job to earn you.

But there's nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.

...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.

..I love your name. I don't want to cheat myself out of a single syllable.

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

You act like getting pregnant is a disease you can catch from public toilets.

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

I just had this feeling about you," she said. "Is that foolish?" "I hope not.

She carried herself like she was exactly the size everyone else wanted to be.

That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.

Maybe he was Filipino. Was that in Asia? Probably. Asia's out-of-control huge.

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

When you actually fall in love, no one sees that other person the way that you do.

Our cellphones can do everything, but they're bad at letting us talk to each other.

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

Your trash can is full of energy bar wrappers." "You were looking through my trash?

With fandom, people are sensitive, and sometimes defensive, about their experiences.

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

That was the beauty in stacking up words--they got cheaper, the more you had of them.

I dare you to call Ask-A-Nurse and tell them you feel a presence in your womb region.

I definitely had a hard time leaving for college because I'm not much of a risk-taker.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.

A landline is an anchor - busy signals, long distance bills, missed connections and all.

The squirrels on campus were beyond domestic; they were practically domestically abusive.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.

Love. Purpose. Those are things that you can't plan for. Those are things that just happen.

(Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.)

It's very difficult, I think, especially on two cellphones, to have a romantic conversation.

I'm sort of...coming off a bad relationship," "When did it end?" "Slightly before it started.

Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.

Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.

I don’t want to kiss a stranger,” Cath would answer. “I’m not interested in lips out of context.

I'm sorry about yesterday," she said. He hung on to his straps and shrugged. "Yesterday happens.

Things she knew now, that she hadn't known two hours ago: Park was covered with skin. Everywhere.

But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself. He kept finding new ways to betray her.

You act like there are two kinds of girls,' she said. 'The smart ones and the ones that boys like.

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

You shouldn't reward me for endangering your life, you know. Think of the precedent you're setting.

I look like this because I'm alive," Reagan said. "Because I've had experiences. Do you understand?

When 'Attachments' came out and people liked it, I'd have a warm feeling of having made a connection.

But you're so helpless sometimes. It's like watching a kitten with its head trapped in a Kleenex box.

She didn't want to run, period. It made her breasts feel like they were going to detach from her body.

Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen—because you love each other.

You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.

I'd rather pour myself into a world I love and understand than try to make something up out of nothing.

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