Eleanor,” he said, just because he liked saying it, “why do you like me?” “I don’t like you.” He waited. And waited… Then he started to laugh. “You’re kind of mean,” he said. “Don’t laugh. It just encourages me.

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

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

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.

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.

There’s no such thing as handsome princes, she told herself. There’s no such thing as happily ever after.

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