Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.

I don’t think there’s enough of her left.

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

I'm fine," [her dad] said gently. "Back on the horse, Cath.' 'What's the horse?' she sighed, watching him pull on a South High hoodie. 'Jogging? Working too much?' 'Living,' he said, a little too loud. 'Life's the horse.

Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy,” Wren said. “It’s the noblest, like, the most courageous thing two people can shoot for.

Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.

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