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

Things get better--hurt less--over time. If you let them..

I miss you, Eleanor. I want to be with you all the time. You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met, and the funniest, and everything you do surprises me….

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..

Levi's smile broke free and devoured his whole face. It started to devour her face, too. Cath had to look away..

The whole point of fanfiction is that you get to play inside somebody else's universe. Rewrite the rules. Or bend them. The story doesn't have to end….

If I had an author superpower, I would like to have the ability to stop time for everyone else. I feel like I have to disappear into myself to write ….

As I moved to less and less diverse places in my life, I realized that white people dont talk about race amongst themselves!.

I don't want you to go," Sam said. She was upset. "I don't want this to end like this." "You don't get to choose," Lincoln said. "It's just happening..

There's only of him, she thought, and he's right here..

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

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 sm….

People who fall in love with books never really stop falling..

So, what if, instead of thinking about solving you whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile ….

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

He wished that they could go through life like this. That he could physically put himself between Eleanor and the world..

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months..

You look like a protagonist..

That's not the point," he said. "What kind of creep would I be if I let my girl carry something heavy while I walked along, swinging my arms?" Your g….

If you can't save your own life, is it even worth saving?.

I'm afraid," Professor Piper said, "afraid that you're never going to discover what you're truly capable of. That you won't get to see-that I won't g….