Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,' he said.

Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.

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

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

You look like a protagonist.

He looked exactly like a rat. Like the human being version of a rat. Like the villain in a Don Bluth movie.

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?