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You look different. You look unsettling.’ ‘You look like you,’ he said. ‘You with the volume turned up.
There’s no such thing as handsome princes, she told herself. There’s no such thing as happily ever after.
She bent her neck back and kissed him like she never had before. Like she wasn't scared of doing it wrong.
I tend to write about my anxieties - it's what I'm afraid will happen. And I write a story working it out.
He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.
You're wearing at least four different kinds of sweater." "This is a scarf." "You look tarred and sweatered.
Attraction is what happens between you. It's not universal. And it's not conventional. And thank God for that.
He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.
Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away.
It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.
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.
I wonder…,” she said, “if there was such a thing as time machines, would anyone ever use them to go to the future?
With Attachments, my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout.
You look so blindingly cute right now, I feel like I need to make a pinhole in a piece of paper just to look at you.
You're never going to find a guy who's exactly like you - first of all, because that guy never leaves his dorm room.
With 'Attachments,' my goal was to write a really good romantic comedy. I wanted the reader to be smiling throughout.
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.
He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world.
You're not the ugly one. Levi Grinned. You're just the Clark Kent... ... Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?
We're going to listen music in my room.' 'Fine,' his dad said from underneath the sink. 'Just don't get anybody pregnant.
It's okay if you're crazy," he said softly. "You don't even know-" "I don't have to know," he said. "I'm rooting for you.
it’s like swimming upstream. Or … falling down a cliff and grabbing at branches, trying to invent the branches as I fall.
In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
I don't have to forgive you, Cath said. It's not like that with you. You're just in with me. Always. No matter what happens.
What if Park realized that all the things he thought were so mysterious and intriguing about her were actually just … bleak?
As I moved to less and less diverse places in my life, I realized that white people dont talk about race amongst themselves!
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.
That girl--all of them--hated Eleanor before they'd even laid eyes on her. Like they'd been hired to kill her in a past life.
As I moved to less and less diverse places in my life, I realized that white people don't talk about race amongst themselves!
Then Park reached up and wrapped one of her red curls around his honey finger. "Back to missing you," he said, letting it go.
I might not use capital letters. But I would definitely use an apostrophe…and probably a period. I’m a huge fan of punctuation.
Maybe Park had paralyzed her with his ninja magic, his Vulcan handhold, and now he was going to eat her. That would be awesome.
I know that people change. I thought... I thought we're going to change together. I thought that's what it meant to be in love.
Have you ever heard sculptors say that they don’t actually sculpt an object; they sculpt away everything that isn’t the object?
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 deja-vu.
I was in my mid 20s when email finally took off. Until then, the phone was my primary way of connecting with the people in my life.
Ah...' Park said, pained. 'What?' 'Those are alphabetized.' 'It's okay. I know the alphabet.' 'Right.' He looked embarrassed. 'Sorry.
Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.
I like science fiction, I like fantasy, I like time travel, so I had this idea: What if you had a phone that could call into the past?
So why aren’t you living with your sister?” “She wanted to meet new people,” Cath said. “You make it sound like she broke up with you.
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.
Cath wished she didn't use the word "just" so much. It was her passive-aggressive tell, like someone who twitched when they were lying.
She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?
You don’t have to be the kind of beautiful that everyone can agree on. If the right person finds you beautiful, you win. You win forever.
All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people’s. Like they weren’t just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point.
She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.
Take off your glasses." "Why? I thought you liked my glassess." "I love your glasses. I especially love the moment when you take them off.
There are other people on the Internet. It's awesome. You get all the benefits of 'other people' without the body odor and the eye contact.
Levi's eyebrows were pornographic. If Cath were making this decision just on eyebrows, she would have been "up to his room" a long time ago.