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

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 of good things grow.

Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.

The professor leaned forward. “But there’s nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.” Her lovely face turned fierce. “Think about it Cath. That’s what makes a god—or a mother. There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.

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.

It's our last chance. No. No, I can't... I, no, I need to believe that it isn't our last chance... Eleanor? Can you hear me? I need you to believe it, too.

Take your vitamins. Don't drink vodka. Get used to empire waistlines.