She didn't have words for what Levi was. He was a cave painting. He was The Red Ballon. She lifted her heels and pulled him forward until his face was so close, she could look at only one of his eyes at a time. "You're magic," she said.

Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.

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

I look like this because I'm alive," Reagan said. "Because I've had experiences. Do you understand?

I object to every single thing you just said.

I like science fiction, I like fantasy, I like time travel, so I had this idea: What if you had a phone that could call into the past?

I love you more than I hate everything else.